DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He hadn’t meant to rankle any edges either, and put his own hands up in a compliant gesture. It hadn’t been a jab. It hadn’t been any irritation. He’d been merely concerned about the other implications of thereafter, and for them, especially for whomever opted to remain amidst Stormbreak’s leadership in the interim. Calm and composed, he shook his head, pondering over if Ronin’s comment had been directed at him about the planning portion of the pool party debacle – and his gaze went downward.
As for the flowers, he’d had no intentions of doing any hoarding – they’d simply come to him, and he’d been waiting for their next Starfall interval. I can send one flower to you for the Dahlia mission, and if we want to divide them up amongst ourselves, I can send the other as well to whomever. He glanced around the table, brow arched to see if anyone was interested, or if they wanted to do the Torchline threshold. As long as they managed to snag another in between, they’d have enough for the current machinations, and the dreaded isle.
As for the flowers, he’d had no intentions of doing any hoarding – they’d simply come to him, and he’d been waiting for their next Starfall interval. I can send one flower to you for the Dahlia mission, and if we want to divide them up amongst ourselves, I can send the other as well to whomever. He glanced around the table, brow arched to see if anyone was interested, or if they wanted to do the Torchline threshold. As long as they managed to snag another in between, they’d have enough for the current machinations, and the dreaded isle.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
