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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The more difficult aspects were the braziers; the proximity of fire and the necessity of it to keep the troughs from freezing over. Though the luxere eyed them warily, the Sword and Sentinel kept steady work and progress throughout – and the dispersal of the food ensured the reindeer were easily distracted once there were more hay and apples. Thereafter, they could survey the expanse: a herd comfortable and content, the quiet munching of hay and apples, the constant beauty and tranquility of the springs nearby. It was a serene scene, and after all the work they’d done, something akin to a hard-fought accomplishment. “Well done to each of you, and thank you for all the help,” he nodded, finally allowing another smile to appear. “We have all earned a feast and some rest – if any of you want dinner, it is on me,” to at least ensure everyone was well fed – or they could quietly disperse their way to home and shelter, content in their achievements. Later, he’d send out others to monitor and feed the herd once more, but for now, they could bask in one more venture completed. -- Thank you for the hard work over many tasks! The PQ is complete! [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace