and the only solution was to stand and fight
“Probably removed from the herald who granted it.” That would make the most sense to the Sword anyway, shrugging his shoulders, uncertain of the time extended, granted, or necessary, and having no intention of asking Hadama. Not after so many other choices.
His eyes went towards the Grotto, watching, listening, as vines maneuvered under the pressure of the wind. Given Deimos’ predilection towards roaming about the wake of foreboding surfaces, it didn’t snag at his senses; instead, he seemed settled within the chaotic balances, as if all too familiar with the sensation of impending bedlam. A long breath unfurled out of him, and merely because he could, the intangible threads of his Earth incantations snagged at an encroaching portion of branches and eaves, moving them aside so he could walk forward a few steps.
He didn’t miss the Dragoon’s enthusiasm though, and he watched him from the corner of his gaze, before flicking the stare back upon a few birds in the distance. “Sah also has Earth magic.” He wasn’t going to volunteer Evie – for multitudes of reasons.
The shift of the topic gave him pause though, and he furrowed his brow, looking directly at the younger man with the vaguest tilt of his head; indicating he was listening while his mind already spun in machinations and semblances. While Deimos was upstanding, stalwart, and loyal to Safrin, he also knew he tread a very thin and narrow line when it came to the goddess, and others didn’t, hadn’t, and it was easy to trip, falter, and stumble under her prowess. “It depends on what you promised her.” The Sword had only given her his allegiance and devotion – not his love, not his body – and while he wasn’t going to pry into what Koa had pledged, he had a vague inkling.
His eyes went towards the Grotto, watching, listening, as vines maneuvered under the pressure of the wind. Given Deimos’ predilection towards roaming about the wake of foreboding surfaces, it didn’t snag at his senses; instead, he seemed settled within the chaotic balances, as if all too familiar with the sensation of impending bedlam. A long breath unfurled out of him, and merely because he could, the intangible threads of his Earth incantations snagged at an encroaching portion of branches and eaves, moving them aside so he could walk forward a few steps.
He didn’t miss the Dragoon’s enthusiasm though, and he watched him from the corner of his gaze, before flicking the stare back upon a few birds in the distance. “Sah also has Earth magic.” He wasn’t going to volunteer Evie – for multitudes of reasons.
The shift of the topic gave him pause though, and he furrowed his brow, looking directly at the younger man with the vaguest tilt of his head; indicating he was listening while his mind already spun in machinations and semblances. While Deimos was upstanding, stalwart, and loyal to Safrin, he also knew he tread a very thin and narrow line when it came to the goddess, and others didn’t, hadn’t, and it was easy to trip, falter, and stumble under her prowess. “It depends on what you promised her.” The Sword had only given her his allegiance and devotion – not his love, not his body – and while he wasn’t going to pry into what Koa had pledged, he had a vague inkling.
DEIMOS
