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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame At the notions of song, the deer settled; heads raised not with tension, but relief. Deimos did much the same, following along on the renditions with his low rumble, probably the most singing he’d ever committed to in the course of a day, as the rest joined and combined. Between Amhran, Noah, Marcus, and the rest, it seemed to stir even some onlookers to carry forth with similar stanzas, especially the children eager to giggle and laugh alongside, until they could filter the herd off a side street, and the route narrowed to Palace walls nearby and the cosmic display of the springs. “There, we escaped,” he grinned, wrinkling his nose to show amusement over the semblances, trying to rankle the remains of the tension out of his frame. As Safrin’s creation came into view, things Deimos and several others had preemptively distributed would be visible; portions for future, makeshift lean-tos, some minor fencing, piles of more hay and food to be layered out and coax the herd to stay. Dismounting from Zuriel once again, he brought her and his tethered luxere over to the display, waving the rest of them in. “We can start assembling some of this,” pointing to the fencing and perimeter, then the lean-tos, amongst a myriad of tools. “Or keep the herd entertained.” -- We’ve made it to the springs! Tasks for this round (everyone pick one each please – you’ll have NPCs with you to assist and supplies already there): - Assist in helping assemble the lean-tos - Assist in helping build the fence perimeter - Help entertain the herd and keep them calm while others work master of nothing place; of recoil and grace