DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The rush of what they’d accomplished, and the chaotic semblances surrounding, clung to the combination of trepidation and triumphant nerves. Ordinarily, the apprehension might have already worn away; most of his other missions were final and known – mired in either success or failure. But he didn’t know the outcome of this one yet – merely the way blood had clung to serrated edges and allies still lingering within the midst of bedlam and violence. He trusted their abilities to evade and escape, but the unknown was still a biting thing, especially after witnessing others infected or become infested right before their eyes.In the interim though, other notions had to be finalized, and so he made his way over to the port after asking a few locals of where Flora’s boat would be docked. If she wasn’t there, he could always leave the last of her weapons and items tucked away and place a note, but he had hopes that wouldn’t be the case.
It was easy to spot, perhaps the most uncomplicated matter of the entirety of today’s exchange – sticking out amidst the other schooners and vessels with its fanciful efforts. Had the Sword not been contorted into all his stoicism and steel, he might have laughed. So he walked quietly, cautiously, brows furrowing as he heard sounds from within. Taking a breath, he rapped upon the wooden siding, announcing his presence in his distinct rumble. “Flora? It is Deimos.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
