and the only solution was to stand and fight
Continually unbothered by the magnitude of the weight they pulled, given how much he’d carried over many years, he merely arched a brow, granted another small smile in the corner of his mouth. “You can put elemental fixtures into it as well.” Notions of fire, flames carving its niche into more blades, lightning, ice – his mind always conjured or concocted a various means to an end. Weapons could do much the same.
Even if he was surprised, given how many years he’d been amidst Caido and how many individuals he’d run into on this continent, he still wouldn’t press or cajole anyone into doing something they found disconcerting, uncomfortable. People needed to find their own means to an end – including their goals, motives, and ambitions. Some might never have the intention of discussing anything with the heralds of the world – and others, could very well have makeshift shrines in their homes.
“It took me a while to try,” he started, but his had been on foundations of mistrust, and some broken parts of sedition. But he’d also been the sort to rebel against the tides – never ashamed for what ran through his veins, regardless of what one woman had done to sully any notions of magic users. Nowadays, he could scarcely recall anyone hissing their distrust – but perhaps it was reputations preceding. Unaware of what held Damien back, and certainly not willing to pry, he couldn’t speak for the deities themselves, shrugging his shoulders, leaving room for discussion if the other still wanted to persist and wonder. “Does not mean you have to – but you might be surprised.” His eyes flickered towards Zuriel, prancing alongside the sled, her head tossed high and regal. “Have you ever felt an affiliation to any of them?” Maybe there were familial ties. Maybe there was naught at all.
The inquiry about Safrin didn’t surprise him though – that’d be a common theme throughout his years here. “Rewarding. She was the first one to grant me a chance at all.” Which meant multitudes to the Sword – and had been cultivated over years upon years, stories upon stories, alongside many alterations to Caido at large, or goddesses striving to remove threats, and the conviction behind void deliberations. “So I promised her my loyalty.” Without chains and other circumstances – a careful march. “It took time, as most good things do.” He wrinkled his nose, a touch juvenile, before his gaze went towards the Citadel prospering in the distance.
Even if he was surprised, given how many years he’d been amidst Caido and how many individuals he’d run into on this continent, he still wouldn’t press or cajole anyone into doing something they found disconcerting, uncomfortable. People needed to find their own means to an end – including their goals, motives, and ambitions. Some might never have the intention of discussing anything with the heralds of the world – and others, could very well have makeshift shrines in their homes.
“It took me a while to try,” he started, but his had been on foundations of mistrust, and some broken parts of sedition. But he’d also been the sort to rebel against the tides – never ashamed for what ran through his veins, regardless of what one woman had done to sully any notions of magic users. Nowadays, he could scarcely recall anyone hissing their distrust – but perhaps it was reputations preceding. Unaware of what held Damien back, and certainly not willing to pry, he couldn’t speak for the deities themselves, shrugging his shoulders, leaving room for discussion if the other still wanted to persist and wonder. “Does not mean you have to – but you might be surprised.” His eyes flickered towards Zuriel, prancing alongside the sled, her head tossed high and regal. “Have you ever felt an affiliation to any of them?” Maybe there were familial ties. Maybe there was naught at all.
The inquiry about Safrin didn’t surprise him though – that’d be a common theme throughout his years here. “Rewarding. She was the first one to grant me a chance at all.” Which meant multitudes to the Sword – and had been cultivated over years upon years, stories upon stories, alongside many alterations to Caido at large, or goddesses striving to remove threats, and the conviction behind void deliberations. “So I promised her my loyalty.” Without chains and other circumstances – a careful march. “It took time, as most good things do.” He wrinkled his nose, a touch juvenile, before his gaze went towards the Citadel prospering in the distance.
DEIMOS
