DEIMOS
He was never quite certain on Danta’s parameters and means to involvement with the ongoing Family saga. He’d written hordes of notes and letters over the last few seasons, with little response, save from Kiada, and any mentions were often hand-waved away. I can try again came along a resigned murmur, and another long sigh, as if his hopes weren’t incredibly high.
As far as time, the Sword had been known to let his trepidations take over his plots and machinations. But he was well versed in calculations, in scheming, in understanding the nuances of sedition, rebellion, and revolution; and that time might not be something they had much more of. Instead of giving a direct answer, his eyes went elsewhere, skimming over the fence line, then towards Starfall in the distance, before ending up on the stony ramparts. Do you remember the dream many of us had? When do we expect all of that to come to fruition? The Family had been here for years now – had strived to take over, had found footholds, then missteps, before striking over and over again. I fear, if we do nothing about it, then something far more disastrous is going to occur. Arms crossed over his chest, his fingers drummed restlessly against his biceps. If we have found nothing by mid-Flowerbirth, then perhaps we turn to quests. But he still glanced upwards to the Flood, striving to hear what he thought.
As far as time, the Sword had been known to let his trepidations take over his plots and machinations. But he was well versed in calculations, in scheming, in understanding the nuances of sedition, rebellion, and revolution; and that time might not be something they had much more of. Instead of giving a direct answer, his eyes went elsewhere, skimming over the fence line, then towards Starfall in the distance, before ending up on the stony ramparts. Do you remember the dream many of us had? When do we expect all of that to come to fruition? The Family had been here for years now – had strived to take over, had found footholds, then missteps, before striking over and over again. I fear, if we do nothing about it, then something far more disastrous is going to occur. Arms crossed over his chest, his fingers drummed restlessly against his biceps. If we have found nothing by mid-Flowerbirth, then perhaps we turn to quests. But he still glanced upwards to the Flood, striving to hear what he thought.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
