I carried my own ashes to the mountains
It turned out, there had been some more theatrics on the outskirts. It wouldn’t have been a Caido event without some sort of dramatic line drawn, and as he surveyed from the outskirts, the stirring of antics caused his eyes to flicker towards the scene – black dragons, Thalassa, and Ludo – as tables were upended, collapsed, and people scent scurrying. Instincts drove him to take a few steps forward, not unlike Ronin and Remi readying themselves for the usual round of something, but then nothing else seemed necessary – in one moment, things were hastened, and within the other, the herald had banished both.
And then there was a rose, seemingly at the center of the conflict.
Sighing, and unaware he’d be finding another the very same evening, his brow arched as Flora went after it, snagging for future endeavors, and everything else seemed to fade. He waited for quite a while afterwards, lingering along the edges again to ensure naught else seemed untoward or doomed – before taking that as a sign to meander his way out as well.
--
Deimos out!
And then there was a rose, seemingly at the center of the conflict.
Sighing, and unaware he’d be finding another the very same evening, his brow arched as Flora went after it, snagging for future endeavors, and everything else seemed to fade. He waited for quite a while afterwards, lingering along the edges again to ensure naught else seemed untoward or doomed – before taking that as a sign to meander his way out as well.
--
Deimos out!
DEIMOS
