Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
From the confines of the spring, Deimos arched his brow at Iskra’s response, but then shrugged. He could see understand the notions behind wandering into the Greatwood as well – they’d all committed to multiple unwinding movements to try and snag at whatever they could. As Noah stepped within in his dragon-horse form though, the Sword grinned. Not intending to inspire trepidation or apprehension, but perhaps some mild provocation.
Watching as his bucket filled, he placed it upon the rocky embankment, before grabbing at another. “Perhaps we can have a little contest,” make the time go faster – at least the idleness of the task, simple but consuming. “Whoever fills the most,” jutting his jawline towards the vessels and containers, “without spilling any,” at which he grinned – pondering how either of them would do between rushes and games, “Can have first dibs at the bakery. My treat.” Unless of course he won; and then he’d have his usual flare.
Watching as his bucket filled, he placed it upon the rocky embankment, before grabbing at another. “Perhaps we can have a little contest,” make the time go faster – at least the idleness of the task, simple but consuming. “Whoever fills the most,” jutting his jawline towards the vessels and containers, “without spilling any,” at which he grinned – pondering how either of them would do between rushes and games, “Can have first dibs at the bakery. My treat.” Unless of course he won; and then he’d have his usual flare.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
