whole and apart and in-between

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He walked, cranium upwards, piercing eyes following cobblestones and pathways he’d begun to learn, memorize, seek out on his rounds as either hound or human. By routine and comfort, he rounded near the barracks, setting the birds upon the table he’d left out from lantern making, shingle repairing, restoring, and recreating, and cleaning off the vestiges of its surface. An inclination of his brow arched just a minute amount at Loren’s sojourn through the Grounds, on a similar trip he’d taken before they’d all been struck down. “I went the first time. We did not get far until we ran into a unicorn herd.” A shrug flickered and followed, as if this was normal, a habitual state of confusion, chaos, and whatever else lurked in the midst. He hadn’t been asked by anyone to traverse and strive again – and despite digging through the murk, with the equines being the biggest distraction, they hadn’t gone on much further. Lacking lightning accord hadn’t been suitable either, and they likely would’ve just spent more time amongst the earth. The Sword grabbed hold of a pair of hunting knives nearby, handing one to the Firebrand. “How did yours turn out?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace