DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Together as Amalia had said after she’d visited Ludo: their souls departed to the afterlife, well beyond the frozen tundra, chilling hills, and hostile caverns. So their statues, their representations, their likenesses should’ve been too, and he stood back, staring at the situated pairs. Maybe it would be enough for today. He bowed his head again, tilting it a fraction, nearly a bobbing salute to dragon and luxere, to small bats and snakes, before making his way along the sand, bidding a retreat.
The notion of LongNight pressed down into his shoulders, an additional weight as the world descended back into decaying leaves, cooling air, the press of dormancy. Not much longer until they’d face the agony, the anguish, the void again, and try to ensnare their preparations, their faults, their flaws, their follies, into something protective, shielding, guarding. Last year’s had been burnt and scarring, and the year before that just as damning. The General wasn’t known for being optimistic, and winter carried its harsh overtures back into his mind. “Sure.” Perhaps by then he would have a firmer grasp on the earth elements established in his veins, or had learned how to harbor creation again. “You are welcome,” with another solemn nod, an established wave towards both gryphon and Sage, taking it as his cue to depart, to leave, to traverse elsewhere, wandering back across the sands.
{-FIN}
The notion of LongNight pressed down into his shoulders, an additional weight as the world descended back into decaying leaves, cooling air, the press of dormancy. Not much longer until they’d face the agony, the anguish, the void again, and try to ensnare their preparations, their faults, their flaws, their follies, into something protective, shielding, guarding. Last year’s had been burnt and scarring, and the year before that just as damning. The General wasn’t known for being optimistic, and winter carried its harsh overtures back into his mind. “Sure.” Perhaps by then he would have a firmer grasp on the earth elements established in his veins, or had learned how to harbor creation again. “You are welcome,” with another solemn nod, an established wave towards both gryphon and Sage, taking it as his cue to depart, to leave, to traverse elsewhere, wandering back across the sands.
{-FIN}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
