[Training] when they grew their fangs

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Likewise and he nodded, figuring there’d be time for sharing Jack’s device with the Flood, as well as meeting before the eventuality of their current missions. Hence why he was here at all – despite every yearning and longing to simply go home time and time again.

Once they arrived at the clearing, out of sight and out of mind of the locals, he turned back in Sunjata’s direction, brow arching. He hadn’t expected the inquiry about water incantations – but maybe the other man had never tried. “I do not. I can change it naturally. I cannot see why you would not be able to.” Unless his demigod enchantments came with restrictions.

Unfurling his own Creation threads, his hands glowed for half a moment as they contorted and manifested a moderately-sized target – out of habit, he made sure to not make it seem as though it embodied Sunjata’s own effigy. Instead, it might look something like Dahlia, if in the right light. “You can try on this,” he offered, stepping out of way and out of range. “You should be able to alter temperatures in varying degrees.” Enough to make ice. Steaming, boiling rivulets. Anything in between.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls