“Would not have the time,” he rounded back to Iskra, as the Sword polished off his second hash brown, and chugged some of the tea – now lukewarm after doing all the preparations. Nor would he be uttering any dad jokes, so he merely arched a brow at the intended insult, and then snagged at his own bucket, intending to lead them out along their marching orders.
Amhran seemed less than enthused, which wasn’t exactly the usual flair of things, but Deimos let that go. “Hope not,” he muttered instead; after all, he wasn’t the one setting the tasks. “Sometimes its dirt,” came on a more mischievous grin, reserved for the demigod, before they rounded over to their designated area.
And while placing their wares, locals and citizens came scooting by. Nothing out of the ordinary, and most knew exactly what the group was up to. However, that didn’t stop any of the children from ambling forward, beginning to inspect those shiny stones, little hands intending to pry them away from the snow.
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Round 2 – As the group starts to lay out the stones by the northern gates, some children have come over to look (and possibly snag) the rocks. What will you do? No post order!
Amhran seemed less than enthused, which wasn’t exactly the usual flair of things, but Deimos let that go. “Hope not,” he muttered instead; after all, he wasn’t the one setting the tasks. “Sometimes its dirt,” came on a more mischievous grin, reserved for the demigod, before they rounded over to their designated area.
And while placing their wares, locals and citizens came scooting by. Nothing out of the ordinary, and most knew exactly what the group was up to. However, that didn’t stop any of the children from ambling forward, beginning to inspect those shiny stones, little hands intending to pry them away from the snow.
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Round 2 – As the group starts to lay out the stones by the northern gates, some children have come over to look (and possibly snag) the rocks. What will you do? No post order!
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
