[Training] spikey snow castles

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “It is not easy to make such a maneuver.” More consideration to Oliver then; who’d at least set out to accomplish a mission, even if it flattened out in the surge of possibilities. Maybe later it would be more defined. Or at least act as foreshadowing, as an ominous declaration of what the world was coming to. At the other comment though, the beast muffled the slightest round of laughter, encompassing it into a knowing air instead. “Sounds like Wessex.” A main characteristic of her qualities in certainty and absolute truths – from what they’d all seen and experienced. At Oliver’s next suggestion, his brow arched slightly. “You have a shop in the Greatwood?” Years before they hadn’t been welcome; no one but the Fae, and it’d taken some time to manifest their way into a world eternally yearning to spit them back out again. “We can see.” Another small smile, before the rest of the wakes were put in place. Deimos watched the rocks shift over some of the roots. The struck earthen components wilted and peeled back and away easily, but the remainders attempted to continue their escalation and climb, meandering in certainty, intending to wrap and snare over castle foundations. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace