DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Information was a necessity, and had been a vital component of both Helovia and Caido; he’d picked up on the habit of collecting it lives ago, be it through plots or factions or some other means. Nowadays it hovered about in the art of alterations and changes, needing to prepare for inevitable swings, tides, and moods, especially an entire region or a family. Colt would learn that first hand, after she’d carved out of her own wake. “I try. You will want to do the same, eventually,” he granted with a wrinkle to his nose. “Leading means trying to be many steps ahead of whatever threat lingers nearby.” The Family, for instance, and years before, the Voice and the Ascended.
But with the agreement he nodded, listening with his residual, arched brow. He was aware of the necessities, even if their regions served wholly different temperatures, the means remained the same. “Time and people willing to put the effort in.” Where that would lay with the Accepted and her goals would remain to be seen – but she couldn’t do it alone. Not with that land.
Taking a deeper breath, he turned his palms over again. Glancing down at the parchment, he let the sketches and image fill his mind, parsing through the details, running over them again and again until they felt like permanent fixtures. Only thereafter did they begin to take shape tangibly, amidst the gilded, softened glow across his hands – incantations combining easily, effortlessly. Earth for the tones, the colors, the hues, the blend of fabrics and wares sewn together, Water for the need of temperate capabilities, and Creation to mend it all together, adding in proportions of elements to fuse the fixtures. When it was completed, in the exact size, shape, hue, and additional branding to her liking, he held it out for her to take and inspect.
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Deimos has created:
Brim Big: A wide brimmed cowboy hat designed to block extreme heat for the wearer. (Upgraded)
But with the agreement he nodded, listening with his residual, arched brow. He was aware of the necessities, even if their regions served wholly different temperatures, the means remained the same. “Time and people willing to put the effort in.” Where that would lay with the Accepted and her goals would remain to be seen – but she couldn’t do it alone. Not with that land.
Taking a deeper breath, he turned his palms over again. Glancing down at the parchment, he let the sketches and image fill his mind, parsing through the details, running over them again and again until they felt like permanent fixtures. Only thereafter did they begin to take shape tangibly, amidst the gilded, softened glow across his hands – incantations combining easily, effortlessly. Earth for the tones, the colors, the hues, the blend of fabrics and wares sewn together, Water for the need of temperate capabilities, and Creation to mend it all together, adding in proportions of elements to fuse the fixtures. When it was completed, in the exact size, shape, hue, and additional branding to her liking, he held it out for her to take and inspect.
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Deimos has created:
Brim Big: A wide brimmed cowboy hat designed to block extreme heat for the wearer. (Upgraded)
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
