DEIMOS
At Goose’s greeting, Deimos grinned, slyly reaching into his pocket to fetch one of the many treats he had for his own companions, before leaving it on the floor for the dog to consume at his leisure. Iskra seemed attentive on something else, though the Sword kept the amusement to himself as the Abandoned jumped back – masking the grin and snort into muffled, smothered conjectures. “Right,” he presided about the elemental stature instead. “Could easily be used to craft other things too.” Or at least, give segments of ideas; he rather liked the blended hues together.
At the request, he gave a nod, glancing back and forth along the workstation, uncertain of how much would be needed and required. Figuring he could start, his Earthen incantations unraveled and unfurled within a moment – sand appearing between a long and slow breath, piling up so the Abandoned would have plenty for the stones. “Let me know if you need more.”
At the request, he gave a nod, glancing back and forth along the workstation, uncertain of how much would be needed and required. Figuring he could start, his Earthen incantations unraveled and unfurled within a moment – sand appearing between a long and slow breath, piling up so the Abandoned would have plenty for the stones. “Let me know if you need more.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
