I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos snorted at Iskra’s implications, not bothering to ask who’d been mauled in the past (and probably better off), and moved away from Marcus, back to his own work. But he kept a careful eye on both, while Belial meandered overhead and Zuriel planted herself near the bakery door.
Between flares of fire, concentration and focus upon water enchantments, and the old tried and true method of scooping, shoveling, and spreading, they could attribute a large amount of success in a short amount of time. The mud eventually found its way into dissipating (until it resurface again, later, they could suppose), and the driven ramparts of ice, rime, and snow were maneuvered elsewhere or melted away. The roads and the bakery’s surroundings could at least have a brief reprieve in light of everything amidst LongNight’s threshold.
Dusting his hands off, Deimos glanced around, taking in the progress and eventual efficiency. “This looks good. We can call it here and maybe grab some more food,” he hinted with his head tilted towards the aroma of more fresh goods wafting through the scenery. “My treat. Good work today.” Once they’d snagged at their tools and companions, they could head out, a job well done and secured.
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Thanks for helping clean up!
[FIN]
Between flares of fire, concentration and focus upon water enchantments, and the old tried and true method of scooping, shoveling, and spreading, they could attribute a large amount of success in a short amount of time. The mud eventually found its way into dissipating (until it resurface again, later, they could suppose), and the driven ramparts of ice, rime, and snow were maneuvered elsewhere or melted away. The roads and the bakery’s surroundings could at least have a brief reprieve in light of everything amidst LongNight’s threshold.
Dusting his hands off, Deimos glanced around, taking in the progress and eventual efficiency. “This looks good. We can call it here and maybe grab some more food,” he hinted with his head tilted towards the aroma of more fresh goods wafting through the scenery. “My treat. Good work today.” Once they’d snagged at their tools and companions, they could head out, a job well done and secured.
--
Thanks for helping clean up!
[FIN]
DEIMOS
