I carried my own ashes to the mountains
For someone seemingly so young, she had quite a horde. Stifling a laugh, swallowing it down so it was nothing more than a long breath, Deimos opted to make no mention of his own assemblage and multitude. It was one thing to unfurl a litany of potentials to his comrades, and quite another to a stranger. And he was too guarded, too furtive, to surreptitious to give everything away. War had taught him many lessons, and the known sometimes left much larger scars. “Any in particular you wanted to work on?” That would narrow down some portions.
Especially since she didn’t seem terribly inclined to make an obvious choice. “We have a few.” He pointed to several amidst the bunch, most focused on tasks at hand and instruction of their own, magic flying over heads or bounding into shoulders with winces or laugh. A couple more honing in on items, placing enchantments into swords and daggers and whipping them around in the back corner. Though, given their current attention spans, he might’ve been the only one actually available. “I can assist too.”
Especially since she didn’t seem terribly inclined to make an obvious choice. “We have a few.” He pointed to several amidst the bunch, most focused on tasks at hand and instruction of their own, magic flying over heads or bounding into shoulders with winces or laugh. A couple more honing in on items, placing enchantments into swords and daggers and whipping them around in the back corner. Though, given their current attention spans, he might’ve been the only one actually available. “I can assist too.”
DEIMOS
