death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Sah’s appearance might have settled him, if only because another’s Attuned presence meant he had to keep everything under lock and key. The reach of rage settled deeply into his chest and stayed there, a callous, hovering figure down each and every sinew touched; and then smothered. It would fester and mire there, until he had some opportunity to let them all escape, perhaps across some great, grand expanse of snow, or beating down pieces of a distant beach.
His eagle talons clutched on the edges of open crag, beak closing so it might’ve resembled his clenched jaw. A thousand calculations slashed through his brain and he could only reach and grab at several tethers at once. It was gratitude in there somewhere too, for Sah being present at all, so that they could coordinate thoughts and efforts in the midst of the heinous display. Not precisely, he reasoned first. We might be able to move the stones to re-use them. But I do not think we should restore it in the Fangs. He’d want it closer to home, within the Citadel, where they were all capable of defending it no matter the gods damned season. Time is no longer on our side, and the Family have forced our hands. A finality; a twist of the knife. I will have to plan with others, but we likely need to head to Starfall soon.
His eagle talons clutched on the edges of open crag, beak closing so it might’ve resembled his clenched jaw. A thousand calculations slashed through his brain and he could only reach and grab at several tethers at once. It was gratitude in there somewhere too, for Sah being present at all, so that they could coordinate thoughts and efforts in the midst of the heinous display. Not precisely, he reasoned first. We might be able to move the stones to re-use them. But I do not think we should restore it in the Fangs. He’d want it closer to home, within the Citadel, where they were all capable of defending it no matter the gods damned season. Time is no longer on our side, and the Family have forced our hands. A finality; a twist of the knife. I will have to plan with others, but we likely need to head to Starfall soon.
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