DEIMOS
Expectations of familiar faces hadn’t been on the Warden’s mind either – and as he scrawled across the parchments quickly, his brow arched, and he glanced over to see Zavien. “I would say the same to you.” Neither letter he’d sent to either Dragoon had elicited a response, and he’d presumed the information had simply been logged away – springs destroyed, fallen to ruin in the space of LongNight’s threshold. And though he had plans to ensure the same results wouldn’t occur again (at least, not without a fight), the damage had been done presently. “I had meetings to attend,” he offered with a shrug and explanation, as had seemingly been the course of his entire season.
Folding up one of the papers and placing it within his pocket, his face tried to resemble something amiable, but the way his brows furrowed as discussions of Halo cropped up, the frown flickered back much faster than anything else he could dredge up. “Likewise. It has been quiet though. We are finishing up with some things,” and making plans for Starfall, “and then hopefully we can start on rebuilding.” With his free hand he indicated the bench, free for Zavien’s taking should he feel so inclined. “How is Stormbreak?”
Folding up one of the papers and placing it within his pocket, his face tried to resemble something amiable, but the way his brows furrowed as discussions of Halo cropped up, the frown flickered back much faster than anything else he could dredge up. “Likewise. It has been quiet though. We are finishing up with some things,” and making plans for Starfall, “and then hopefully we can start on rebuilding.” With his free hand he indicated the bench, free for Zavien’s taking should he feel so inclined. “How is Stormbreak?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
