DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
A compromise would be a place to start; tactical arrangements rather than escalating immediately to full-blown warfare, trials, or any other incriminations that would spark bloodshed. The Fae would be able to see where to go from there, once drafted, once exalted, once held before other kingdoms and political figures. With all of those things in mind, it was likely their conversation would wane, he’d certainly discussed far more here than anywhere else lately – and she’d need to begin her efforts for change, alterations, and what was damned or due to come. It was in the air, drifting and clambering, either to be suffocated or expelled, smothered, stifled, kindled, or incited. “It was good to hear your insights as well.” Especially if Halo, or Morgan’s decisions, amounted to involvement in upcoming frays, defenses, or measures. Then he wouldn’t be able to stay out of it. "May you find your means of justice.” And then he swallowed down the remaining portions of his own drink, a nod of his head as she began to depart. {FIN}
Unite and spread the heart apart
