after fury
what do you do
Between the pair, they managed to accomplish the task – at Oliver’s request the book ends appeared in his hands, granted and given for the other to place within (some shaped like monsters with fangs, some with draconic interplays, some with christened and anointed talons, visions of other worlds and times – filaments Kiada would recognize). By the time they were finished, the roles completed, Deimos had ensured the weight distribution was even, the shelves calculated correctly, and they could place the books within without much fear of them crumbling to the floor once more. “Good work,” he offered to Oliver, before extending back to his normal stature, no longer crouched in the midst of shelves and décor. Then Kiada seemed to believe they were done, his gaze floating along the scene, the venue, the world altered and transformed to her liking. It would adhere to her craft, to her skills, to her tactics now, a guild fostered under her watchful eye – the wavelengths of pride pervading through the attuned connections. No need presented itself in there, content to help and assist in her newest roles – then drift elsewhere, give her a chance, room, and opportunity to grow without his hovering. Thereafter, he was off with a wave, back towards his own guild, barracks, or other pending responsibilities.
- FIN
with the remains?
DEIMOS
