like thunder gonna shake the ground
The water had managed to restore Loren, at least somewhat. He was still weakened from the illness in both his body and mind, but at least he was thinking relatively clearly. And one of his first thoughts, once he'd recovered at least a semblance of his wits, was that he really needed to find where the metal he'd taken from Tanau had come from had originated and return it.
So the healer had reached out to Deimos, who was in Halo for reasons the Firebrand didn't know and chose not to find out. The Sword had agreed, thankfully, so after enough time for them to recover, they'd set out. Loren led the way across the Sea of Glass, Astra by his side, through the tunnels beneath and above it, and finally through to the Climb.
They emerged into the fire blackened and ashy landscape, and he made his way towards the tunnels to the Burrows. As he did, he glanced back at Deimos. How're you holding up? The healer had shifted for this trip, trusting in his fur and his claws and the Sword's own skills and magics to keep him safe. There was a small pack wrapped around the Firebrand's throat, which was mostly hidden by the mane.
Descending into the Burrows, he hesitated as the tunnels split. Eventually he took one at random. They moved like that for a while, until emerging into a glittering cavern. He halted, examining it, pulling in air through his mouth as he scented the cave.
So the healer had reached out to Deimos, who was in Halo for reasons the Firebrand didn't know and chose not to find out. The Sword had agreed, thankfully, so after enough time for them to recover, they'd set out. Loren led the way across the Sea of Glass, Astra by his side, through the tunnels beneath and above it, and finally through to the Climb.
They emerged into the fire blackened and ashy landscape, and he made his way towards the tunnels to the Burrows. As he did, he glanced back at Deimos. How're you holding up? The healer had shifted for this trip, trusting in his fur and his claws and the Sword's own skills and magics to keep him safe. There was a small pack wrapped around the Firebrand's throat, which was mostly hidden by the mane.
Descending into the Burrows, he hesitated as the tunnels split. Eventually he took one at random. They moved like that for a while, until emerging into a glittering cavern. He halted, examining it, pulling in air through his mouth as he scented the cave.
LOREN
