DEIMOS
His eyes glanced down at the paper and he sighed thereafter, nose wrinkling at the thought; as trepidation combined with musing elements. “Perhaps. But then that means we only have so long.” Until what – they rose? They grew? They became ever more powerful and potent? He wouldn’t be surprised if any of them crave to run afoul upon the island after this – simply to try and stage a blow. The only valuable insight they had now was incantations useful against the Family and void; but not everyone had such elements at their disposal.
Self-made gods weren’t a foreign concept to him either, but only through the Voice and Kiada’s stories of Kisamoa. “Or if they came from elsewhere…they may have had gods of their own.” Deities had been present in Helovia, in Isilme, in the Rift…the notions themselves didn’t faze him. It was that it was assimilating and rendering itself into a more daring and dangerous situation. And why Safrin herself couldn’t beat them – it would need to be a massive effort of more than one herald.
At Evie’s culmination of the regards though, he nodded. “Just more information. I still am not certain what we could do with it.” Other than launch their own siege. Loosening another breath from his chest, and already damning the morning’s proceedings, he placed the parchment aside. “I can send letters to those who were also in the dream and see if they had it too.” And then they’d be back in the same situations – funneling through mail and trying to make sense of the occurrences.
Self-made gods weren’t a foreign concept to him either, but only through the Voice and Kiada’s stories of Kisamoa. “Or if they came from elsewhere…they may have had gods of their own.” Deities had been present in Helovia, in Isilme, in the Rift…the notions themselves didn’t faze him. It was that it was assimilating and rendering itself into a more daring and dangerous situation. And why Safrin herself couldn’t beat them – it would need to be a massive effort of more than one herald.
At Evie’s culmination of the regards though, he nodded. “Just more information. I still am not certain what we could do with it.” Other than launch their own siege. Loosening another breath from his chest, and already damning the morning’s proceedings, he placed the parchment aside. “I can send letters to those who were also in the dream and see if they had it too.” And then they’d be back in the same situations – funneling through mail and trying to make sense of the occurrences.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
