DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Noah’s circumstances were similar to others he’d heard, including himself, but his priorities had never been the Greatwood – and instead preserving Halo, and Caido at large, so the frequency hadn’t been so prevalent on his end. Fortune favored those who tried though, so there was something to be said for those who continued striving. So he nodded at the agreements – the Forsaken had his own responsibilities as well – but it was something else to try while others made their way towards Starfall.
The conversation moving to Remi and Ronin caused an arch to his brow, but he otherwise glanced back to the springs, aware of the circumstances. I know. It was a formidable consequence, and one he didn’t envy. It also took them almost wholly off the board. If they want to remain informed, however, I will do so. But they’d have to make up their minds on their own about their participation. Deimos wouldn’t be the one to beg and plead for their involvements and contribution, when their childrens’ livelihoods were on the line. Especially after Flora’s ventures.
The conversation moving to Remi and Ronin caused an arch to his brow, but he otherwise glanced back to the springs, aware of the circumstances. I know. It was a formidable consequence, and one he didn’t envy. It also took them almost wholly off the board. If they want to remain informed, however, I will do so. But they’d have to make up their minds on their own about their participation. Deimos wouldn’t be the one to beg and plead for their involvements and contribution, when their childrens’ livelihoods were on the line. Especially after Flora’s ventures.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
