DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Citizens and Warden alike inched upwards in the line as others hastened to their goods first – the rich smell of gingerbread, cinnamon, and molasses keeping him patiently content amidst the usual hustle and bustle. Some greeted, others gave him a singular nod, and several plain conversations meandered their way through, light and easygoing, perhaps realizing that was the best sort of respite after the last few weeks.
But then another was greeting, and he turned his head to see Sah approaching – though clearly not in the queue, which instilled a gathering of amusement in the corners of the Sword’s mouth. “Better, now that I am home,” he rumbled thereafter. Sensing some others would likely be listening in as they moved ahead another pace, his head inclined in a slight tilt. “How are things going for you?” Presuming his quest had been moving along, and perhaps, intrigue in the days before. While Deimos certainly wanted to take a break from the plotting and scheming, the offer would still be extended to others, especially if they had intentions of breaking forward into further skirmishes. I have some information from Starfall, if you are interested.
But then another was greeting, and he turned his head to see Sah approaching – though clearly not in the queue, which instilled a gathering of amusement in the corners of the Sword’s mouth. “Better, now that I am home,” he rumbled thereafter. Sensing some others would likely be listening in as they moved ahead another pace, his head inclined in a slight tilt. “How are things going for you?” Presuming his quest had been moving along, and perhaps, intrigue in the days before. While Deimos certainly wanted to take a break from the plotting and scheming, the offer would still be extended to others, especially if they had intentions of breaking forward into further skirmishes. I have some information from Starfall, if you are interested.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
