and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos once had homes like this too – but he’d been born beside the sea, in a world far beyond this one and the next, with their roles mapped out and strength foretold. Wars had come there too, and he’d lost it all, so he understood the need, the conviction, the grit to keep on toiling. There weren’t any other options. And much like in Halo, these weren’t creatures who stuck their head in the sands or surf, but ground into the earth, the ice, the rime, the snow, and chipped away at what needed to be done. Refuges, sanctities, and sanctuaries were things he held near and dear to his heart, amongst the myriad of people who made up this realm and region. And he’d done anything to ensure their safety.
So he smiled at Damien’s reasons, the comprehension palpable and close. Cutting through and lifting another log, he listened to the sounds of the roaming luxere nearby, but left them alone now – knowing they wouldn’t get much closer with his magic threading through his frame. “I like to think everyone who lives here belongs. Halo is a choice,” and he wrinkled his nose, gave a deep rumble of laughter. Because in the end, so many could collect themselves elsewhere – Torchline, plentiful, beautiful, and temperate, King’s End, widespread and still new, Stormbreak, jagged edges, legends and sorrow, or the Grounds, with its own barrier entanglements and newfound glory, but those who yearned for the expanse of glaciers and tundras had altogether different temperaments. “And to stay means strength.” In their blood, in their veins, pressed against the wake.
Shrugging his shoulders and then peeling his jacket off, he didn’t expect the statements, though he did snort at the notions. “I am aware. Thankfully I can take fighting a war off the list now.” Twice over – though the present peace still left him a bit bereft. Along with supervising his soldiers, and the painstaking tasks of daily regional discrepancies. “They fit together easily. If there are monsters at our door, then that is part of my job to remedy the situation. It is scheduling things that takes more of a balance than anything else.” Sometimes there were things Evie could supervise in his absence, and other moments he had to parse through and decide what was more important. “Which is why we have multiple members in different regions. Other hunts can be delegated.”
So he smiled at Damien’s reasons, the comprehension palpable and close. Cutting through and lifting another log, he listened to the sounds of the roaming luxere nearby, but left them alone now – knowing they wouldn’t get much closer with his magic threading through his frame. “I like to think everyone who lives here belongs. Halo is a choice,” and he wrinkled his nose, gave a deep rumble of laughter. Because in the end, so many could collect themselves elsewhere – Torchline, plentiful, beautiful, and temperate, King’s End, widespread and still new, Stormbreak, jagged edges, legends and sorrow, or the Grounds, with its own barrier entanglements and newfound glory, but those who yearned for the expanse of glaciers and tundras had altogether different temperaments. “And to stay means strength.” In their blood, in their veins, pressed against the wake.
Shrugging his shoulders and then peeling his jacket off, he didn’t expect the statements, though he did snort at the notions. “I am aware. Thankfully I can take fighting a war off the list now.” Twice over – though the present peace still left him a bit bereft. Along with supervising his soldiers, and the painstaking tasks of daily regional discrepancies. “They fit together easily. If there are monsters at our door, then that is part of my job to remedy the situation. It is scheduling things that takes more of a balance than anything else.” Sometimes there were things Evie could supervise in his absence, and other moments he had to parse through and decide what was more important. “Which is why we have multiple members in different regions. Other hunts can be delegated.”
DEIMOS
