[SE] palace of bones

cover you when the sky comes crashing in

Erebos giggled, at what Deimos didn’t know, but it gave him a moment to consider other notions as Alys revealed another; though he did give her an arch of a brow in response. “Nothing new there,” he wrinkled his nose towards her – because these days it seemed all about indecision and parallels, twists and turns, lines drawn along the gravel and stones. Starfall on its own was a calamity breeching and seething with multitudes of decisions laden within – where to place the flowers, how to access them sooner, quicker, whether they should be tracking down onslaughts or hosting regional quests for the Wilds. How they’d protect and maintain. How they wouldn’t bend and break. Lost armaments and no certainty on how to retrieve them.

Little did he know another multitude would soon be knocking on his door; but in the meantime, he could unfurl a long breath and a heavy sigh.

DEIMOS