[PQ+] [se] sifts of grains

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

They followed suit, heading to the lanes with shovels and determination. After initial greetings, Deimos tilted his head in concentration, but information gathering as well; he’d heard from Evie about certain complexities, focus pinpointed on Sah for the moment. “How did the ursur fight go?” Having been tied up in a meeting when the alarm rang out, he’d only been able to stand amidst the Citadel walls and ensure soldiers were in their proper places by the time everything had gone off. A frustrating aspect for the Sword, but one he could deal with, when victory had been laden regardless if he was there or not.

Then they worked on sections – dividing and conquering. Deimos utilized both strength in his routine shovel work and incantations, Mastered Water and Mastered Air combining into motioning the piles into spread out portions, layering them evenly so they wouldn’t be tempted to fall back into the routes once more.

Sah and his circumstances were much the same, the telekinesis building and layering. Eventually he’d have a nice amount of snow upon the edges too – though he’d find a thick amount of ice built up underneath the lacquer.

Elizabeth started strong – and likely wouldn’t be surprised either when she also encountered a plethora of ice. Nearly slipping on one venture, she’d have to find a way to break through the multitudes without injuring herself.

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Sah and Elizabeth have encountered some ice! What will you do next? No post order!

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I