DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He nodded at the implications of Noah going to see Vi soon – perhaps he would receive better tidings, inklings of what else to do, perhaps an amplification of weaponry or defenses, in all these daunting parameters. With his own impending return to Starfall on the horizon, anything that could be done to prepare for future endeavors seemed the most necessary. Good. The sooner, the better, for probably multitudes of them.
Sohalia was less of a concern for him than Noah – but then again, the Sword’s priorities had always been extended towards his own Halovians first, and then outwards when and where he could. Understandable. Have you thought about going for a rose too? If either by rambling through the Greatwood, or asking Vi himself. The opportunity for another – and other means and measures, wasn’t to be overlooked.
Sohalia was less of a concern for him than Noah – but then again, the Sword’s priorities had always been extended towards his own Halovians first, and then outwards when and where he could. Understandable. Have you thought about going for a rose too? If either by rambling through the Greatwood, or asking Vi himself. The opportunity for another – and other means and measures, wasn’t to be overlooked.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
