Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
“Does it?” Deimos quipped back in jest, taking a moment to arch his brow at Iskra’s sentiments, then purposefully trying to snag a few droplets with his water incantations when the Abandoned wasn’t looking, intending to have them plop eagerly into another bucket nearby, before he snagged his attention back towards Noah’s response.
The Attuned seemed to take it in stride, at which the Sword nearly rolled his eyes – mildly bothered that neither of them took on much more of the goading. Used to provocations going back and forth, he opted to up the ante, unleashing and unfurling the same enchantments towards Noah’s bucket this time, though only on a stride or two, when the horse’s head was dipped low, striving to take a light cascade out and back into the springs.
And then, all pretenses of innocence, he dipped another bucket below the surface. “Should be enough once we are done with these.” A last round for antics and provisions.
The Attuned seemed to take it in stride, at which the Sword nearly rolled his eyes – mildly bothered that neither of them took on much more of the goading. Used to provocations going back and forth, he opted to up the ante, unleashing and unfurling the same enchantments towards Noah’s bucket this time, though only on a stride or two, when the horse’s head was dipped low, striving to take a light cascade out and back into the springs.
And then, all pretenses of innocence, he dipped another bucket below the surface. “Should be enough once we are done with these.” A last round for antics and provisions.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
