and the only solution was to stand and fight
The dragon was a hint that the Warden took, tilting his head to study Sol’s movements above, before his piercing gaze landed upon the familiar Dragoon. “Zavien,” he nodded, granting a small smile to indicate nothing untoward. No enemies out here to squander. No poems to write. No Voxes to jump out from the atmosphere. “Halo has likely had enough of my magic practice,” he shrugged, if only to indicate the wide open expanse here had yet to suffer under his insatiable appetite for practicing strength and precision. “And I would like to have more training before another gardening venture.”
He knew he wouldn’t have to explain much more to the other man; the understanding well and true in the notches and spines of shielding individuals. “What brings you to King’s End?”
He knew he wouldn’t have to explain much more to the other man; the understanding well and true in the notches and spines of shielding individuals. “What brings you to King’s End?”
DEIMOS
