In this great divide
come out, come out
come out, come out
Marcus abandoned the chase the moment the wind itself rose against the flock. He banked hard to avoid the worst of it, wings jolting as Deimos’ magic seized the ningos and hurled them away like loose snow. He steadied only after the air settled back into its natural bite.
He circled once, sheepish irritation prickling beneath his breastbone, then dropped toward the trench and shifted mid-descent and landed in a staggered crunch of snow.
He reclaimed his shovel from the sled and fell into step with the others as they moved to another part of the trench. The work helped smooth the lingering edge of frustration from the ningos. By the time they reached the next stretch of ditch, his focus had settled back into something practical and grounded.
He crouched at the rim, gloved fingers brushing aside powder to reveal the obstruction beneath. He worked to help unearth frozen remnants of history, and he kept at it methodical and steady, clearing what didn’t belong so the barrier could keep doing what it was built to do.
Marcus digs and I wonder what he will find!
He circled once, sheepish irritation prickling beneath his breastbone, then dropped toward the trench and shifted mid-descent and landed in a staggered crunch of snow.
He reclaimed his shovel from the sled and fell into step with the others as they moved to another part of the trench. The work helped smooth the lingering edge of frustration from the ningos. By the time they reached the next stretch of ditch, his focus had settled back into something practical and grounded.
He crouched at the rim, gloved fingers brushing aside powder to reveal the obstruction beneath. He worked to help unearth frozen remnants of history, and he kept at it methodical and steady, clearing what didn’t belong so the barrier could keep doing what it was built to do.
Marcus digs and I wonder what he will find!
And find your heart
There's nowhere left to hide
There's nowhere left to hide
Marcus
