[PQ] [RQ] certain angles of light

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Unaware of any derision or compliments he’d cultivated, the Sword had ensured everything was stable and secure, then bid them good evenings as well, just as eager to go home and settle with his family. And sleep. -- The next dawn he strolled in with a different array of breakfast, but the same intentions. Grumbling workers altered into eager smiles the moment the aroma of the croissants, coffee, and tea was laden through, and while everyone snagged at snacks, he went to check on the outcome of the evening’s snowfall and the tarp situation. While pastries were stolen by dogs, to which Deimos arched his brow but gave no comment (his own peryton was a hazardous nuisance on the best days – he couldn’t much judge), he inspected, sifting through the amount of snow and snorting. Some days one wouldn’t be able to tell – given how much of it remained in Halo on any given moment – but they’d acquired nearly an additional foot. Which made him much more content with the covering situation. As other citizens removed it, carefully, Deimos settled back and grabbed a ham and cheese portion, glancing at his counterparts. “Morning.” Letting them eat in peace and solidarity, he watched the tarp get pulled over and away, some dumping the snow out again in other piles and hemming and hawing to themselves. “My plans are to resume digging, and then I thought of making a more permanent cover around it.” He could imagine situations where multiple blizzards would come in throughout seasons, especially Deepfrost, and unless Safrin enchanted it so be austere and free of the stuff, there’d be no way to avoid the storms. “Maybe something similar to the greenhouse?” But he’d listen to their opinions too – and then they could start the inevitable once more. -- Round 5 Discuss plans and then start digging again! ;_; master of nothing place; of recoil and grace