DEIMOS
Still tending to the unfurling soil around him, the sound of his name being called should’ve been familiar by now. But it always seemed to catch him slightly off-guard, and as he shifted to glance over his shoulder, he saw the shape taking form wasn’t a newcomer or foreign at all, but the outline of a known Dragoon. “Zavien,” he rumbled in return at first, not bothering to ask what the Stormbreaker was doing here. His next question eluded to the notions anyway, and he gave a snort, returning to tend to the dirt and loam at hand. “Yes.”
Jutting his jawline towards the surroundings, where the void infested lands might’ve touched and snagged along the terrain and territory of King’s End, he shrugged his shoulders, and then made the earth shudder and undulate under his hands, watching as it unraveled further. “Thought it might be helpful here.” Pausing temporarily, because he wasn’t certain of the younger man’s pursuits and abilities, his inquiry was kept light and variable. “Do you have experience planting?”
Jutting his jawline towards the surroundings, where the void infested lands might’ve touched and snagged along the terrain and territory of King’s End, he shrugged his shoulders, and then made the earth shudder and undulate under his hands, watching as it unraveled further. “Thought it might be helpful here.” Pausing temporarily, because he wasn’t certain of the younger man’s pursuits and abilities, his inquiry was kept light and variable. “Do you have experience planting?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
