The allure of knowledge had always suited him – so he took an afternoon, Erebos strapped to his chest, to head towards the Archives amidst Stormbreak. Though he’d been given some glances at the child, or perhaps at himself threading through the pathways and spaces, he ignored them entirely, heading towards the history section. Intrigued, really, if the whole Starfall thing had ever occurred before.
Or if, much like the sudden inclusion of Outlanders before, it had simply always been something else.
While the baby slumbered in his sling, the Sword tilted his head and walked sedately, studying the lines of spines and tomes. Some had probably already done the same, but he’d like to know that he tried before giving up entirely, and relying upon the plans they’d made at the latest meeting.
Or if, much like the sudden inclusion of Outlanders before, it had simply always been something else.
While the baby slumbered in his sling, the Sword tilted his head and walked sedately, studying the lines of spines and tomes. Some had probably already done the same, but he’d like to know that he tried before giving up entirely, and relying upon the plans they’d made at the latest meeting.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
