DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
While all the elements had served him well, it was standing amidst the fire that had lofted and preened at his soul. Dark and dangerous edges, pushing on fringes, boundaries, and limitations, carving control from something so bent into chaos; the magic scorched amidst his once blackened heart with profound amusement. Even if he didn’t use it now – preferences leaning into the water formations for snowball confusion and discord, it remained a powerful and potent layer amidst his repertoire of enchantments and incantations.
The soldiers bristled at one another, eyerolling and hand waving and challenging to something that sounded like an impending snowball fight when they were done, and so the Sword left it at that…presently, anyway. His attention returned to more shoveling, content with seeing the progress made despite the antics, and then arching a brow at Rhiannon’s response.
He’d never had lightning, but knew it well from Ru’s prior antics over the years. But he nodded at the water insinuation; ever functional, no matter the location. “A practical choice,” from one who enjoyed the sensible as well as the mischievous. “I have found Air magic to be very useful too. Especially against those currently working against us,” an insinuation towards the void and the Family in particular, tilting his head to give her time to guess at his indirect notions.
The soldiers bristled at one another, eyerolling and hand waving and challenging to something that sounded like an impending snowball fight when they were done, and so the Sword left it at that…presently, anyway. His attention returned to more shoveling, content with seeing the progress made despite the antics, and then arching a brow at Rhiannon’s response.
He’d never had lightning, but knew it well from Ru’s prior antics over the years. But he nodded at the water insinuation; ever functional, no matter the location. “A practical choice,” from one who enjoyed the sensible as well as the mischievous. “I have found Air magic to be very useful too. Especially against those currently working against us,” an insinuation towards the void and the Family in particular, tilting his head to give her time to guess at his indirect notions.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
