[PQ] every fire fueled

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts After everything, for what felt like eons, like seasons, like eternities, they’d managed to conquer and conjure themselves well into the afternoon. By the time onslaughts and fights had wrapped up, and he’d watched out of pure curiosity and speculation during Kiada and Wessex’s portions, dusk was calling. Even if it was the Wraith’s preferential time for escalating endeavors and prowess, the rest of them had already taken their fair share of beatings. “Well done everyone,” he called out, announcing the end, bringing the training session to a close. “Thank you again for coming. I hope these opportunities have granted you some insight into your skills.” His stare went from one individual to the other, sticking strongly to Kiada, a roughened smirk granted her way, symbolic of their intentions, even if they’d been scattered at best. To the rest of them, he remarked again – placing faith that perhaps some of what they’d learned today would help, rather than hinder. “May you persist in your craft.” May you be able to hone your skills. May you be able to defend yourself and your people. -- I am so sorry this has taken so long. Props to those who stuck through it I love you forever. <3 It’s over, it’s done, thank you thank you thank you. the last of a line of lasts