DEIMOS
Perhaps Deimos had taken much for granted when it came to his creation magic; given how much time and platitude was going into Iskra’s efforts for the stones. His brow arched as he watched the man go back and forth sorting and arranging. He never had to put too much thought, beyond the incantations necessary, to achieve his results – others didn’t have the same luxury. Keeping the notions to himself, he opted to coincide with a greater appreciation for those who went out of their way into combining elements with no enchantments to guide them – just the hard work.
But then there were other vital coordinations, and he listened, nodding along in accord and agreement. “Sure.” Standing, he went towards where Iskra indicated, waiting for the flame, head tilting as he watched it flare. Half-tempted to unfurl it further simply because it would be amusing, he ceased, aware it could affect the results. Pushing the restlessness down, he snagged the sand, the cobalt, and then the manganese, following the guidelines and directions as they came. “This all right?”
But then there were other vital coordinations, and he listened, nodding along in accord and agreement. “Sure.” Standing, he went towards where Iskra indicated, waiting for the flame, head tilting as he watched it flare. Half-tempted to unfurl it further simply because it would be amusing, he ceased, aware it could affect the results. Pushing the restlessness down, he snagged the sand, the cobalt, and then the manganese, following the guidelines and directions as they came. “This all right?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
