Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Convincing the Sword to ‘relax’ had been a continued trial and tribulation for multitudes of people. He’d strive and try for hours or days at a time, but always seemed to swiftly return to his former prowling, restlessness, and need to plan and maneuver as soon as something else struck. Starfall and its influences had impacted a large amount of his routines, so the simple notion of spending any time unwinding almost irritated him further.
But the natural beauty and wonder of the Eye of the Storm gave him pause; narrowed eyes searching and scanning for threats first, and then to the hot spring proportion itself. “You were not kidding,” he mused to Zavien, and watched as Belial zipped forward, hovering over the fringes of warm plumes, taking in the warmer bounties. “We have something similar in Halo.” God-made, at their request, and there had always been Frey’s Breath too. “Does it have any specific properties?” Like mending – as theirs did in the mountains, or simply the heat it presided and provided?
But the natural beauty and wonder of the Eye of the Storm gave him pause; narrowed eyes searching and scanning for threats first, and then to the hot spring proportion itself. “You were not kidding,” he mused to Zavien, and watched as Belial zipped forward, hovering over the fringes of warm plumes, taking in the warmer bounties. “We have something similar in Halo.” God-made, at their request, and there had always been Frey’s Breath too. “Does it have any specific properties?” Like mending – as theirs did in the mountains, or simply the heat it presided and provided?
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
