[PQ] [RQ] certain angles of light

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos’ magic churned through the soil, breaking apart all the frozen, solidified portions, making it far easier to scoop and sift and pile. He didn’t expect Elizabeth’s compliment through all the haze of concentration and focus, momentarily giving a widening of his eyes in surprise, before smiling and snorting. “Thank you. This all comes with the territory.” But then they were back to the job at hand, and the enchantments wove in and out of the debris. Workers did just that – Iskra and Elizabeth included, until they were about halfway through. The multitudes of this labor, however, we very extensive, and despite the Warden’s seemingly endless fortitude and endurance, he knew not everyone had the same coping measures. As the sun began to wax and wane, he brushed the sweat beading from his brow, and called it for the day. “I think we can be done here, for now.” He could hear quite a few fellow hired help give vague shouts of glee. “We can tarp this off,” to protect it – he didn’t want any more snow falling in and thus making the next day’s outlook that much more difficult, then head home for the evening. “Then get ourselves some rest.” Several craftsmen produced multiple tarps from the piles of things, and they’d be able to complete their task for the present. -- Round 4 Grab a tarp and stake it down to cover up the day’s work! Then go head home for a nice rest – they’ll be back at it the next morning. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace