DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Any big gathering – and some amount of dread sealed over his soul at the notion of the next one, meant to signify the capturing of the sun, tributes, songs, and the like corresponding to Safrin. They’d all once sat beneath the stars, watched, and waited; and now what were they supposed to be doing to prepare for some upcoming melee? Something in him twisted, jaw clenching once more, another sullen sigh daring, threatening, to unravel from his throat, from his chest, from his void. “I will bring it up at the next council meeting.” Better to put all their heads together, to come up with some strategy, plan, or notion – biting down the rush of if it even mattered. If they had any control in this world (he craved it; a bewitching, enticing, tempting notion he’d always strived to uphold, even when everything seemed to be falling apart). But Sunjata had departures and other things to attend to – his eyes falling to the ring boxes, and the bizarre, otherworldly connotations behind it all – nodding his head, grabbing hold of his tools to assemble more things elsewhere. “Thank you,” before he too disappeared and dissipated.
- FIN
Unite and spread the heart apart
