I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Moving snow wasn’t always the most awe-inspiring work, but a necessity for those living amongst Halo. If anything, Deimos found himself motivated by the bakery’s aromas, and as they all worked in tandem, he utilized his magic, Air, Water, and Earth combined, to maneuver much more massive portions, before scraping away at the ice layered and lacquered underneath.
Iskra and Marcus worked hard as well, hauling the rime back and forth despite the aches and pains. Zuriel, however, must’ve noticed the aches and pains upon the younger hybrid’s features, and glancing her companion’s way as a signal and indication, she then walked over, high and mighty and sovereign, towards the Olson, dipping her head to show she was willing to mend and heal the youth if he so wanted.
Meanwhile, the bakers must have appreciated their efforts, because once enough snow had been moved away from their doors, several employees came rushing out, extending their thanks and gratitude. Offerings were rendered in several bags, the pastries within already warmed up. Deimos laughed, then granted his own assurances. “All right, we can take a break.” However, it would soon be noticeable, that beneath the heavy portions of their favored element, there were blobs of memory mud, working their way out and through. “Then tackle that,” he gestured towards the muck and grime with his jaw.
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Most of the snow has been hauled off, and the bakers are showing their appreciation. Take a snack, get healed, and then get ready to tackle the memory mud.
Iskra and Marcus worked hard as well, hauling the rime back and forth despite the aches and pains. Zuriel, however, must’ve noticed the aches and pains upon the younger hybrid’s features, and glancing her companion’s way as a signal and indication, she then walked over, high and mighty and sovereign, towards the Olson, dipping her head to show she was willing to mend and heal the youth if he so wanted.
Meanwhile, the bakers must have appreciated their efforts, because once enough snow had been moved away from their doors, several employees came rushing out, extending their thanks and gratitude. Offerings were rendered in several bags, the pastries within already warmed up. Deimos laughed, then granted his own assurances. “All right, we can take a break.” However, it would soon be noticeable, that beneath the heavy portions of their favored element, there were blobs of memory mud, working their way out and through. “Then tackle that,” he gestured towards the muck and grime with his jaw.
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Most of the snow has been hauled off, and the bakers are showing their appreciation. Take a snack, get healed, and then get ready to tackle the memory mud.
DEIMOS
