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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With several of them helping to rid the group of memory mud components, the slightest bit of tension eased from his spine. Home was close. The task was feasible. Everything could go according to plan. Gently assuring horses and luxere, the rest of the party could join back together, free of the memory mud (for now, anyway). He gave the indication to lead onwards, and they could remount, and head on, towards the gates. From there, it was a relatively easy trek – deer led on, equines and Halovians eager to be back within familiar confines. Once the soldiers upon the wall and watch tower had spotted them, it was only a matter of moments before the front entrance unfurled, granting them the ability to go through and into the Citadel’s protection. Deimos gave them all a wave and a nod of his head from the saddle, before directing them again. “Head towards the springs. Figured we could make an area for them there.” Of course, they’d attracted a crowd within the interim – delighted smiles and excited glances, little feet running towards them in glee. One would hope lighthearted circumstances would ensure the luxere would be able to handle the sudden procession. “We can keep them calm.” Deimos assured. “Perhaps start singing again?” He granted a small smile, but figured it would help with the onlookers and bystanders too. -- Help get through the crowd and reassure your luxere! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace