[PQ] [RQ] certain angles of light

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos smirked and shrugged at Elizabeth’s remark, but otherwise trusted and left her to deal with the temporary structures. Between all the workers and her own finesse, they managed to construct something that would be able to handle some amounts of snow – for a week. It would grant the Sword enough time to figure out next steps and portions too. Combined efforts of carting dirt and loam around, while fatiguing, earned them an area free of loose soil – that could eventually be filled with water, and provide them the necessary means to move forward with healing properties and prosperities…again. Thereafter, after rolling his shoulders and surveying the rest of their area, all that was left to do was tidy up the surroundings. “We can take care of the tools, and any debris you see around. Then we will be done.” Another satisfying end to the day. -- Round 8! Clean up the area, help put away tools, and probably take any remaining snacks. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace