[Training] top of the chimney

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

There were multitudes of ways to hold people in line – but Deimos had no need to express those thoughts or meander into someone else’s business. At the line, he merely shrugged and snorted, manifesting and creating more bandages until there were enough at Astaroth’s disposal to staunch the bleeding. “In time, then,” to humor the Ancient; given the parameters of how Caido worked and operated. With enough seasons and years of prolonged exposure and practice, most grew in exponential ways. “Should be enough for today anyway. Thank you for the assistance.” He waved his gloves in response; and then assisted as best he could – he certainly was no mender or healer – before they could both hasten away to their next denizens and purposes.

[FIN]

DEIMOS