cover you when the sky comes crashing in
With the negotiations finalized, the Sword nodded, content with the arrangement. Thereafter, Glas seemed to anticipate the necessities. “Sure,” and within half a moment he’d turned over his palm. His incantations weren’t quite like Glas’s – he wouldn’t be moving in a blur – but they led to the same goal. Taking a long, steady breath, he began to conjure the fragments and particles of the elements that strung and sung within his pulse; beats of Earth flickering and conforming until the lumber particles were there, in his grasp, glowing amidst his hands before passing them over, for when the fellow crafter required their proportions.
Calculating, he tilted his head to study the blueprints again, but didn’t want to step on any of Glas’s plans when it came to other portions and pieces. “What else do you need?”
Calculating, he tilted his head to study the blueprints again, but didn’t want to step on any of Glas’s plans when it came to other portions and pieces. “What else do you need?”
DEIMOS
