DEIMOS
It felt a little foolish, traversing all the way to the Hollowed Grounds, simply to have something created. The Sword would’ve been perfectly capable of doing so on his own, but trying to logic and surmise his way through the task granted by Safrin, perhaps she simply wanted to see the guild utilized, or not him constantly taking on the labor of devising and construction. He hadn’t dared to ask her thoughts behind it, and so he stood amidst the proper halls, eyes flickering over the guild once more.
He'd been a part of it, and led it, at one point in time – but that had been years and years before, when he still rambled through the Grounds and wasn’t so haunted by the ghosts of the region. Thereafter, he’d granted it to Amun, and had become a backbone of Halo and the Monster Hunters, and where it drifted from hand to hand thereafter scarcely mattered; for there it was again. He gave a small smile to several stalls as he passed by, then an amiable wave to the leader brothers’ as he meandered through, looking for Iskra’s designated area, gaze flickering from silken cloth and any odds and ends whistling or flapping away as he quietly walked across thresholds.
By the time he’d found the Abandoned’s sanction, he’d already snagged at the paper within his pocket; detailed drawings and depictions of said blue goldstone. It hadn’t been familiar to him, but inspiring and eye-catching just the same – perhaps something he’d utilize later too. “Iskra,” he nodded in greeting, before placing the parchment down; having already given him a heads-up about the necessary object and arrangements. “I can help with this too, if you would like.”
He'd been a part of it, and led it, at one point in time – but that had been years and years before, when he still rambled through the Grounds and wasn’t so haunted by the ghosts of the region. Thereafter, he’d granted it to Amun, and had become a backbone of Halo and the Monster Hunters, and where it drifted from hand to hand thereafter scarcely mattered; for there it was again. He gave a small smile to several stalls as he passed by, then an amiable wave to the leader brothers’ as he meandered through, looking for Iskra’s designated area, gaze flickering from silken cloth and any odds and ends whistling or flapping away as he quietly walked across thresholds.
By the time he’d found the Abandoned’s sanction, he’d already snagged at the paper within his pocket; detailed drawings and depictions of said blue goldstone. It hadn’t been familiar to him, but inspiring and eye-catching just the same – perhaps something he’d utilize later too. “Iskra,” he nodded in greeting, before placing the parchment down; having already given him a heads-up about the necessary object and arrangements. “I can help with this too, if you would like.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
