Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
To go where the light and fire was – an anomaly in the sickness. “Best try to stay away, regardless.” Advice likely none of the afflicted had taken – himself included, drawn into the flames like moths. Perhaps the sickness had been hellbent on destroying them from the inside out, and some modicums of fortunes had prevailed at the notion of the water. Just not for the Ascended; and here his brows furrowed once more.
Only to arch a moment later when his arm was missed entirely – the potter’s hand swinging into the air. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Likely by letter, if anyone would be able to make sense of it, bending and mending between interims, sicknesses, and a potential semblance of other casualties and despondencies heading their way. The Sword wasn’t much of an optimist.
Book relinquished, there wasn’t much else to do. The guild would be Amun’s, to utilize as best he could, would, under the variety of circumstances. Perhaps it would grow further roots and the Artisans would flourish, given new command, leadership, and tactics. “Thank you.” Then he made for the door, with nothing else to do, to wield, to renounce. Everything else had faded, and he couldn’t look over the dust any longer. “Take care, Amun.” A small smile, and then he nodded his head, grateful for the opportunity the potter had granted, and then strode back out into the world.
{FIN}
Only to arch a moment later when his arm was missed entirely – the potter’s hand swinging into the air. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Likely by letter, if anyone would be able to make sense of it, bending and mending between interims, sicknesses, and a potential semblance of other casualties and despondencies heading their way. The Sword wasn’t much of an optimist.
Book relinquished, there wasn’t much else to do. The guild would be Amun’s, to utilize as best he could, would, under the variety of circumstances. Perhaps it would grow further roots and the Artisans would flourish, given new command, leadership, and tactics. “Thank you.” Then he made for the door, with nothing else to do, to wield, to renounce. Everything else had faded, and he couldn’t look over the dust any longer. “Take care, Amun.” A small smile, and then he nodded his head, grateful for the opportunity the potter had granted, and then strode back out into the world.
{FIN}
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
