Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Traversing to King’s End amidst the wintry season didn’t bother the Sword in the least; used to the cold, the lengthy plumage of the thunderbird had coasted through the atmosphere without much difficulty, equally unbothered when he landed amidst the New Haven and shifted back to his normal figure – armor-clad and bag on his shoulder.
But the portions of this part of King’s End was unfamiliar to him, and his eyes narrowed, glancing, studying, taking in the greater point of the transformed area. Where it’d once been wholly flattened ground or terrain overshadowed by the rolling barrows in the distance, Sunjata and his citizens had carved and founded more structures for those bound to the ghosts and spectrals of the past. He had to give credit where it was due, and once he’d asked around, took several long strides to where the Flood had asked to meet – though he already found his eyes wandering down market squares and streets, eternally indulgent for treats and baked items to bring home.
But the portions of this part of King’s End was unfamiliar to him, and his eyes narrowed, glancing, studying, taking in the greater point of the transformed area. Where it’d once been wholly flattened ground or terrain overshadowed by the rolling barrows in the distance, Sunjata and his citizens had carved and founded more structures for those bound to the ghosts and spectrals of the past. He had to give credit where it was due, and once he’d asked around, took several long strides to where the Flood had asked to meet – though he already found his eyes wandering down market squares and streets, eternally indulgent for treats and baked items to bring home.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
