Deimos
you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want
never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
The answer prompted another snort, though he was careful to muffle again; no intention of interrupting the youth’s nap. Instead, his eyes flickered over the remaining bounty of wares and bells they’d constructed. Efforts hadn’t been in vain, and he figured all of them could be sold or bartered for future endeavors, but he wasn’t certain if he wanted to choose any of those. The parts were all a greater whole – so his mind began to concoct and contort a new means.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
Taking a deep breath, another bauble came to tangibility across his golden, glowing palms. Darker hued and silver toned, the bell looked almost chilling, as if pulled straight from the winter terrains and snow itself; glimmering portions aloft to look like falling snow drifting downwards, before a brief silhouette and outline conformed in the background, like the Citadel and all its historic entities were rising out of the ether. “Maybe this one,” he indicated, placing it downward for inspection and perusal – before adding a touch of different hues auroras and distant plains once again.
