In this great divide
come out, come out
come out, come out
Marcus shook the snow from his feathers as he straightened, shifting back into himself with an exhale that fogged the air. The dagger lay heavy in his hand and he inspected it. It was rusted through, old enough that whatever intent had once guided it had long since leeched into the soil and ice and was lost to whispers of memory. He could probably clean it up nice and give it to Margot as a gift, or even Ravenna. He turned it once, twice, then walked over to the sled and stuck it in there to grab out later. He replaced it in his hands wth a shovel.
At the gesture toward the eastern wall, Marcus nodded and fell into step, hands already tugging his gloves tighter as they went. The others chose fire to deal with the leftover remnants of skirmishes forgotten, and Marcus felt a pull of green tighten across him at the display of their abilities. He wasn't there yet.
But, he went on to work with Deimos in the next section. As they approached the part of the trench the Warden led to, he could feel it through his boots when he stepped down, the earth yielding in a way that made his stomach tighten. "That’s not good,” he muttered, crouching to press his palm against the wall. It sloughed slightly under the pressure, grains of frozen earth sliding loose and threatening to give way entirely. He glanced toward his partner, then back to the trench. "I can try to pack it up with my shovel if you can reinforce it with magic?" He auggested, a brow lifting towards the Warden.
Only waiting long enough for Deimos to agree or to suggest a different course of action, Marcus swiftly got to work thereafter. He worked carefully, methodically, shoring up the softened sections with compacted snow and hauled earth.
Marcus chooses A and gets to work!
At the gesture toward the eastern wall, Marcus nodded and fell into step, hands already tugging his gloves tighter as they went. The others chose fire to deal with the leftover remnants of skirmishes forgotten, and Marcus felt a pull of green tighten across him at the display of their abilities. He wasn't there yet.
But, he went on to work with Deimos in the next section. As they approached the part of the trench the Warden led to, he could feel it through his boots when he stepped down, the earth yielding in a way that made his stomach tighten. "That’s not good,” he muttered, crouching to press his palm against the wall. It sloughed slightly under the pressure, grains of frozen earth sliding loose and threatening to give way entirely. He glanced toward his partner, then back to the trench. "I can try to pack it up with my shovel if you can reinforce it with magic?" He auggested, a brow lifting towards the Warden.
Only waiting long enough for Deimos to agree or to suggest a different course of action, Marcus swiftly got to work thereafter. He worked carefully, methodically, shoring up the softened sections with compacted snow and hauled earth.
Marcus chooses A and gets to work!
And find your heart
There's nowhere left to hide
There's nowhere left to hide
Marcus
