DEIMOS
Maneuvering more of the soil under his powers, he figured he’d carved a decent amount aside for the pod, and began to place it neatly amidst the terrain. At Zavien’s initial response, he snorted, but grinned too, much more laidback and boyish, rather than strained. “Yes, though I am biased.” Though he wouldn’t be listing off every single thing the infant conducted that was a milestone or simply amusing or earth-shattering, the segments of impending growth and skills had him shaking his head. “A while yet. And that will depend on if he is willing.” It went without saying that the Sword honored and cherished self-defensive parameters easily and efficiently; he proposed multitudes, even the healers, should have a way of protecting themselves. But he also never forced anyone into such actions.
Evie caused another bout of laughter, because the statement was true, and he admired her all the more for it. “She is formidable,” with a wry grin to follow, as if he wouldn’t want it any other way. Applying some water incantations along the pod and soil, the other notion followed suit, and he nodded, in full agreement. “Yes, I am.” But they hadn’t been ships passing in the night, nor lovelorn seekers; it had been an alteration after years apart and time spent growing, healing, and mending themselves. Finding one another after so much anguish had been another blessing altogether. “We were friends for years before.”
The other shifting topics gave him pause though, because for all the times he’d been in Stormbreak, there hadn’t seemed to be any more cause for concern than the usual regional landscape. Dahlia’s influence likely made it so, but even then it was only by broad presumptions and suspicions. “A wise move,” he granted – with some ability to pierce through who was already infected, they might be able to do something about it. “We have been given some methods of trying to claim the infested lands back as well.” And he arched a brow, waiting to see Zavien’s reaction.
Evie caused another bout of laughter, because the statement was true, and he admired her all the more for it. “She is formidable,” with a wry grin to follow, as if he wouldn’t want it any other way. Applying some water incantations along the pod and soil, the other notion followed suit, and he nodded, in full agreement. “Yes, I am.” But they hadn’t been ships passing in the night, nor lovelorn seekers; it had been an alteration after years apart and time spent growing, healing, and mending themselves. Finding one another after so much anguish had been another blessing altogether. “We were friends for years before.”
The other shifting topics gave him pause though, because for all the times he’d been in Stormbreak, there hadn’t seemed to be any more cause for concern than the usual regional landscape. Dahlia’s influence likely made it so, but even then it was only by broad presumptions and suspicions. “A wise move,” he granted – with some ability to pierce through who was already infected, they might be able to do something about it. “We have been given some methods of trying to claim the infested lands back as well.” And he arched a brow, waiting to see Zavien’s reaction.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
