[Training] spikey snow castles

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With naught left tying him to the Grounds, Deimos had to wonder if the maneuver had simply been something in Oliver’s best interest. He wasn’t certain of the opportunities presented in the Greatwood – not since Delah had gone – but certainly not the carnage the current Queen inflicted. “You made a bold move against Wessex. I was surprised.” Amused, really. Perhaps even a little impressed; he wouldn’t have originally believed the blacksmith had it in him. But Deimos had been incapable of doing anything with it – and still the Wraith remained, leading her own people to slaughter and pretending it was nothing. A shrug undulated through his shoulders, tossing the topic away before it became too blistering. “Remi has been around to ask us to assist in making defenses for the Greatwood, so you may see more of us soon enough.” He indicated a nod of understanding in regards to Aisha – though not about whatever notions Oliver had in mind – permitting his attentions to focus on the current task. The beast didn’t put a grand show of effort in, lifting the rocks, allowing them to maneuver along angles of wind or breezes, tipping them slightly here and there so they appeared unpredictable. Oliver’s little wall around his makeshift castle seemed to do the trick though – as some slammed into the bombardments, and others met his assemblage of incantations, hastening off and bounding elsewhere. Somewhat amused, he contained a small chuckle, before administering more earthen wares. This time he allowed roots to grow out of the soil, reaching, reaching, reaching beyond walls, intending to nestle and thorn amongst the castle. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace