where I save you and you save me
Deimos, by wake of a vast amount of experiences, was always a little over-prepared. Sometimes it made for zealous movements and motions, swift calculations of enemies and adversaries, and sometimes it meant he’d brought far too many seeds for one area. But Amhran didn’t seem to mind, and so he tilted his head, listening as the youth began explaining, and not unlike Evie doing much similar notions, he strived to understand and comprehend the elemental factors. For a man who simply liked to drop pips and roots into the soil, maintain and let it flourish with some earth magic, and walk away, much of it seemed over-complicated. Perhaps most would say the same for battle strategies and weapons.
So he didn’t make a single complaint, nodding his head at the lecture. Content they were useful, his brow arched a degree, trying to find his own way to be impactful. “Fine by me. I will trust your expertise.” Gods knew he would’ve just chucked the seeds anywhere. “I can dig up areas for them. Just point out where is best.”
So he didn’t make a single complaint, nodding his head at the lecture. Content they were useful, his brow arched a degree, trying to find his own way to be impactful. “Fine by me. I will trust your expertise.” Gods knew he would’ve just chucked the seeds anywhere. “I can dig up areas for them. Just point out where is best.”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
