[RQ] in the dust

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame If Rhiannon wished to remain with the Shields, she’d likely to have to figure out the structure of orders. Deimos didn’t call to his forces on an array of risks; prepared, as always, for some defenses, some action, some sieges and assaults – but he’d never command or demand someone not yet ready to go muster their arms to the frontlines. He would go well before any of them – standing amidst the clamor and defiance of dangerous, hazardous, and lethal leagues. He saw her wince though, and continued extracting the flower from the ground. It lifted and pulsed, the lavender vibrancy remaining as it clearly tried to detect the source of its motions; he tucked the soil underneath, leaving it to its own devices, bringing it amidst Air incantations to hover over the jar Rhiannon held. “We might be able to use it as a training exercise.” It couldn’t be a spur of the moment regard; not with something so potent and powerful. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace