DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Try as he might, Deimos had never blended in well, and he appreciated Kiada’s efforts as they meandered through the lengths of people and over to the shop. Listening, and nodding at the respects of the latest venture within the Grounds, he imparted some information upon their own sojourns. “We are going to try and have the springs be able to heal anyone with the void infection.” The ramparts of yesteryears – multiple sicknesses – and the present left them with choices of mending, intending to lend aid to anyone with infested with the illness.
And then there were boats and wheeling and dealing, and the Sword hung back as Kiada discussed barters and abilities with the merchant. His gaze swept over the surroundings, then back to the wares, over wooden portions meant for ships and sails cast into bags, and by the time the Harpy returned to his side he had some idea for what he’d like to find, or create, in its stead. “Yes. Or make it myself. I was wondering if they had any of those indestructible books.” The kind where the paper couldn’t be shred or mauled; figuring it’d be good for Erebos when he eventually started to read, or multiple copies could be worth something as journals for the guild.
And then there were boats and wheeling and dealing, and the Sword hung back as Kiada discussed barters and abilities with the merchant. His gaze swept over the surroundings, then back to the wares, over wooden portions meant for ships and sails cast into bags, and by the time the Harpy returned to his side he had some idea for what he’d like to find, or create, in its stead. “Yes. Or make it myself. I was wondering if they had any of those indestructible books.” The kind where the paper couldn’t be shred or mauled; figuring it’d be good for Erebos when he eventually started to read, or multiple copies could be worth something as journals for the guild.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
