[Mini Event] bellatrix audet concurrere viris

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The inevitable swing of politics, diplomacy, open forums, and anything else spread along the ilk, the deluge, of their life in Caido struck again. There was a certain amount of dread laced along his blood; too many memories of too many meetings in too many other worlds slinking and grinding their way through his skull (the hollowed, infuriating rage spun from mouths, incapable of agreeing one way or the other, the frustration, the ire, the clambering of power and prestige – wishing it on no one). He maneuvered within the Temple with impassive, nonchalant features imprinted on his face, steady for the cascade of tempestuous, mercurial lines, information forthright and distinct coiling along the annals of his mind: the flurry of motions and maneuvers behind the scenes (Fae murders, disastrous Greatwood calamities, opened portals for a price, Zariah’s influence spiraling within winter regions). The General bestowed a nod towards those he knew – a slight arch of his brow at Hotaru and Sunjata (because now he had actual dirt on them, and if anything amusing came out of this gathering and assembly, then at least he’d snagged ammunition), placing himself nearby and allowing room for Amalia and Kiada. Bracing for the impact, ready for the storm. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace