DEIMOS
Deimos only sought the warmth of his home, but he understood the notions of the Torchline coast and its vast rays, in comparison to nearly every other region this time of year. But when his inquiry notched another notion – that Sunjata had been there, but hadn’t been coaxed into slumber, the Sword began maneuvering away from individuals, placing the toy into his bag for safekeeping and unfurling a deep sigh. “Yes. Saw some strange things,” but hadn’t received the full brunt. Between being forced into sleep, and bizarre, intertwining dreams, that had been enough to send a multitude of alarms off in his head; unfortunately, from a litany of prior experiences.
Once they had some space away, presuming the question yet to come, he permitted an intertwining of water droplets and creation magic to contort a trail of moving images before Sunjata – reflections and portions of what he’d seen within the glow of the wood and drowsiness. Shifting creatures, the gilded light, a blend and blur of contorted permutations. “Was not certain if it was a warning, or just another peculiar occurrence.”
Once they had some space away, presuming the question yet to come, he permitted an intertwining of water droplets and creation magic to contort a trail of moving images before Sunjata – reflections and portions of what he’d seen within the glow of the wood and drowsiness. Shifting creatures, the gilded light, a blend and blur of contorted permutations. “Was not certain if it was a warning, or just another peculiar occurrence.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
