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
“Thank you,” he rumbled in return, narrowing his eyes to glance at the object again before placing it upon the table. The inquiry gave him pause; recalling that while Astaroth had once been sheltered within Halo’s grasp, it’d clearly been a long, long while since he’d placed his eyes upon the sanction. That world had changed many times over – and so he conjured little filaments within the air, pieces and portions of water to trace amongst the ether in front of them, like imagined scenes brought to life in tangible bits. The Sword was much more of a person to show, rather than tell. “Yes – though Halo has much more to offer now. We turned the Palace into an emergency shelter and storage area,” for neither he nor Evie would have sought to live in such an opulent, decadent threshold; not when it carried so many other harbingers of other lives. From there he let the image of the Citadel drift, altering the beacons into council buildings and hot springs. “Safrin helped us remake our springs,” with the dazzling hues and colorations he couldn’t possibly match.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
He didn’t include the weaponry and defenses; some things were left to behold within the sanctity itself – but then he marched on into maps and roaming extensions. “And you must have heard of the Greenwing and the Hollowed Forest,” which he depicted in shape-shifting qualities along the ministrations and machinations; from lush fields and winding streams to the eerie, enigmatic dirges of the bracken-laden wood.
