[PQ+] [se] sifts of grains

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

With plans in place, it should’ve gone smoother than their last interactions and attempts with Mrs. Took. There seemed to be other machinations at stake, however, as things went awry almost immediately.

Sah and his technique should’ve done wonders, but the flames truly erupted instead of curling and unfurling into that gentle warmth and glow, sparking and catching on a few shingles along the siding. Only when Deimos grimaced and used his Mastered Water for each portion, putting out the embers and contorting at the ice, did it cease to spread. With his eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled, a long sigh contorted through his lungs. “Your water magic can do the same in altering temperatures without the added risk,” he commented, in case the Wild Thunder wasn’t aware – since now they had some extra work ahead of them.

Even Elizabeth, who was only handling a bucket, had dilemmas and issues. It could’ve been ice or snow underfoot. It could’ve been a lapse in concentration. For what it was worth though, as the ice melted and cascaded into droplets, the vessel didn’t hold it well, and managed to splash all over herself and the ground. 

Blinking, the Sword kept the tides of bewilderment at bay, but only just. “All right. Try again.”

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Atrocious rolls mean this round is basically a redo. XD

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I