Deimos
you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want
never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
Discussions with Alys had been beneficial; it was good to see her well and whole, despite months of separation and seclusion. Deciding to journey a little further, now that he’d set aside some time, he tucked his notebook away into his bag of holding, and jostling Erebos a little in the sling (the youth cooed and flung his arms joyfully), they could take a little scenic tour. If he did so out of spite, curiosity, or a semblance of both, he wouldn’t say.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
A turn out of the plaza had taken him swiftly towards a large needle-like proportion, with surrounding cells and other adjacent portions. At first glance he was reminded of the Spire itself, wondering if this behemoth had come first – figuring any Stormbreaker of old would never admit to basing any structure off of the Grounds. “What do you think?” He murmured to Erebos, who merely blinked as Deimos shook his head, pondering over asking someone passing by.
There didn’t seem to be too many walking beyond, most didn’t even glance its way, but there were some stopped by a nearby bench, and unfortunately, much like a tourist with a baby slung about his chest, he advanced, a quiet rumble beginning. “Excuse me. Do you know what this is?” pointing directly to the Needle itself.
