cover you when the sky comes crashing in
“Hm. Fire tales in the evening, perhaps, for our Deepfrost celebration,” much more of a spectacle, with flames dancing amidst the abyss. “Will need something else for the day – I do not think we have done sled races before.” Depending on how they opted to conduct such a project, it could be via downhill platitudes, trickery, and deceit, or amongst a sleigh, not unlike some age-old chariot rounds. Contemplating this with a smile indented into one corner of his mouth, he’d further ponder as he struck a blow into another portion of wood. This one was horrendously knotted, and took several more well-orchestrated and strength-laden sieges to render it split. “The dancing, however,” his brow furrowed – imagining it was either something akin to people dancing on hot coals, careening around an open conflagration, or likely somewhere in the middle. “Not sure I have seen that. What would it look like?”
Prying some of the segments of wood apart, he tossed the next batch into the sled, the echoing sound no longer as loud, dulling with the amount of portions launched within. Whether or not Erebos and Idalia would be fast friends would tell in time though. Notions of Iskra’s own family drew him further into quiet and mulling perplexities, siblings taken far and wide. Much had been the same in his own interim – though he’d been drawn to war, and the rest had dispersed by the time he’d returned, amongst other footfalls and tragedies.
Chasing things important to you kept his eyes narrowed, though the focus was mostly on the parameters of logs, drawing the matter over and over again. “Understandable.” That was why he’d been so determined, so rigid, so unyielding in ensuring Halo was a stronghold, and that his family was safe, tucked under his reaches or extended outwards into shelters and sanctities he could reach. “What kept you in Halo?”
Prying some of the segments of wood apart, he tossed the next batch into the sled, the echoing sound no longer as loud, dulling with the amount of portions launched within. Whether or not Erebos and Idalia would be fast friends would tell in time though. Notions of Iskra’s own family drew him further into quiet and mulling perplexities, siblings taken far and wide. Much had been the same in his own interim – though he’d been drawn to war, and the rest had dispersed by the time he’d returned, amongst other footfalls and tragedies.
Chasing things important to you kept his eyes narrowed, though the focus was mostly on the parameters of logs, drawing the matter over and over again. “Understandable.” That was why he’d been so determined, so rigid, so unyielding in ensuring Halo was a stronghold, and that his family was safe, tucked under his reaches or extended outwards into shelters and sanctities he could reach. “What kept you in Halo?”
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