DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
As he expected, the news caused ideas and information to spark forth, and he listened intently to the volleying rounds back and forth. The Greatwood potentially being freed and tackled first, alternative notions in questing for it initially, but then Ronin’s news from Vi had him listening and absorbing again. A different distinction and method to the madness in eventually winding their way through Starfall – something manageable rather than the sea and surge of apprehension. And while that wouldn’t absolve or cure all of the trepidation, it left something to bite into.
Placement of the flowers didn’t worry him so much with Starfall – not now, not when they didn’t have one, but considerations contorted through. “I think it would benefit quite a few trying to find flowers simultaneously,” including those not represented here, as much as they wanted or were willing to spread the notices. “If a certain amount want to quest for it, I do not see the issue,” but he wouldn’t have time, and probably those waging their efforts in the void infected isle wouldn’t either.
Placement of the flowers didn’t worry him so much with Starfall – not now, not when they didn’t have one, but considerations contorted through. “I think it would benefit quite a few trying to find flowers simultaneously,” including those not represented here, as much as they wanted or were willing to spread the notices. “If a certain amount want to quest for it, I do not see the issue,” but he wouldn’t have time, and probably those waging their efforts in the void infected isle wouldn’t either.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
