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
He let the images remain as they talked, flickering around in either aurora builds or shifting into Sea of Glass parameters, brow only arching slightly at the grin, before permitting one of his own to slip past a multitude of defenses. With a play of contortions he shifted the focus into barracks and then marketplaces, lays of land that had grown and changed within time too. “Hopefully – though I often surround Kiada with fire too,” as an alternative before any of them ran into brazier and fire-lit buildings.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
The inquiry about cultists left him snorting outwardly. “None that I have seen,” or dared to bother – at least while he was around. “We had one that tried years before to come in during Deepfrost,” at which they’d denied him access. What happened to the individual thereafter was not his concern, though he presumed it’d either been imminent death from the cold or he’d spirited away elsewhere. “Were they quite prevalent in your time?”
