Given that the Sword had seen full-grown adults have mild to moderate issues with ningo, he snorted, not granting muster towards the scoff. “I always make my fellow hunters prove themselves,” at which he smiled again, emotions still trying to parse through the heavier fortifications he’d built almost immediately. Maybe everything would be fine; and all those heady concerns would be unfounded pieces and particles. Or perhaps not, and this was simply another beginning to his endless and increased trepidations. Nothing ever really ceased.
But he clasped his hand firmly and gently around the youth’s the moment it was offered, beginning to walk the way they’d come, pondering over skyships and shifts. “I think they would love it,” came on a rumble, a declaration, a confident promise to press back into the world. “We can head back and show them.” And everything else that came with the unforeseen alterations.
[FIN]
But he clasped his hand firmly and gently around the youth’s the moment it was offered, beginning to walk the way they’d come, pondering over skyships and shifts. “I think they would love it,” came on a rumble, a declaration, a confident promise to press back into the world. “We can head back and show them.” And everything else that came with the unforeseen alterations.
[FIN]
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
