[PQ] [RQ] [split] antler-taining the thought

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The stretch of the Citadel in the distance was a relief; a reminder their journey wasn’t so far any longer. Between snagging at the herd, then their sojourn through the forest, there’d been some harrowing highlights, and perhaps, they’d managed to evade any more serious interludes. Deimos didn’t let those thoughts go too far though; pragmatic at best. The herd stayed close together, still tied to each one alike, the sled full of food luring them ever closer to their destination. However, towards the front of the group, came a call of “Memory mud!” and several horses, and luxere counterparts, suddenly stuck within the grime. Most were able to veer away after the initial outcry rang up, but there the issue of the muck sticking to hooves, and potentially roaming up legs, remained an issue. Deimos dismounted by those currently bogged down, tying his deer to Zuriel’s saddle horn, sighing, knowing the deer were going to be skittish while he acted. “Some of you can keep everyone else grouped over there,” pointing to where he’d left said unicorn and her curious counterparts, “and if anyone wants to help, by all means.” Then they could be off again. -- Help group the luxere/horses/people together to avoid the memory mud, or help get the memory mud off of horses/deer. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace