DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“Happy to be home,” was Deimos’ abrupt and concise answer; and while it didn’t explain the multitudes of actions inspiring him to yearn for nothing more than endless plains of snow, it would be enough. Much as he wouldn’t pry into Sah ’s alterations or @Luka’ s lack of trying skills (though he did arch a brow at each, allowing a small smile to form in one corner).
There were other matters to take care of, regardless, and the hot springs would likely be enough to keep them occupied. “Water can take a toll on anything,” he noted towards the younger Accepted – because the element was a powerful thing, and capable of damaging rocks, after quite some time.
Theirs, however, likely suffered from popularity, as Luka suggested, and the normal wear and tear of the infused incantations. Erosion would play a big factor, and any such cracks and crumbles would permit the water to stretch its potency to new heights.
As all three patrolled, they found the same case in each corner. Some rocks had tumbled into deeper edges and would need to be homed again or given different supports. Some had been worn away. Some had seemingly been disregarded by others, and the pathways had suffered for the carelessness. “Looks like we have plenty to do. We can start there,” jutting his jawline to the furthest corner from them; where stones had fallen in and left a lack of support. “We can replace the rocks or retrieve the ones from the springs.”
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Time to work! Decide to go in after the rocks in the springs, or find/create others!
There were other matters to take care of, regardless, and the hot springs would likely be enough to keep them occupied. “Water can take a toll on anything,” he noted towards the younger Accepted – because the element was a powerful thing, and capable of damaging rocks, after quite some time.
Theirs, however, likely suffered from popularity, as Luka suggested, and the normal wear and tear of the infused incantations. Erosion would play a big factor, and any such cracks and crumbles would permit the water to stretch its potency to new heights.
As all three patrolled, they found the same case in each corner. Some rocks had tumbled into deeper edges and would need to be homed again or given different supports. Some had been worn away. Some had seemingly been disregarded by others, and the pathways had suffered for the carelessness. “Looks like we have plenty to do. We can start there,” jutting his jawline to the furthest corner from them; where stones had fallen in and left a lack of support. “We can replace the rocks or retrieve the ones from the springs.”
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Time to work! Decide to go in after the rocks in the springs, or find/create others!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
