I carried my own ashes to the mountains
It would’ve been far easier, and pleasant, to discuss flowers, but Deimos also didn’t have much of a notion of these things either. Any greenery had to have a purpose and use in his motivations and ambitions, so Evie would be the much more target audience for any conversation surrounding such details. Perhaps it didn’t matter either, as Kiada snagged enough, and he ceased the flow of the sap through the tree.
But he also didn’t want to leave Kiada, and any of her counterparts, in the dark. Uncertain if Ronin’s letter had reached out towards the Grounds (and based on her reaction, it hadn’t), his jaw clenched, eyes flickering across the horizon and tree line, as if looking for something else to yield. Instead, his fire around her grew brighter and warmer, as if that would ward off everything descending. “It may be wise to take it as both omen and warning.” He didn’t know how or why or whom had sent such a message through all of them – but it’d been enough to move and stir. “Ronin asked many of us to meet. It sounds as though we will be planning to go to Starfall.”
But he also didn’t want to leave Kiada, and any of her counterparts, in the dark. Uncertain if Ronin’s letter had reached out towards the Grounds (and based on her reaction, it hadn’t), his jaw clenched, eyes flickering across the horizon and tree line, as if looking for something else to yield. Instead, his fire around her grew brighter and warmer, as if that would ward off everything descending. “It may be wise to take it as both omen and warning.” He didn’t know how or why or whom had sent such a message through all of them – but it’d been enough to move and stir. “Ronin asked many of us to meet. It sounds as though we will be planning to go to Starfall.”
DEIMOS
