I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With the acceptance in power bestowal and upheaval, the man nodded, his attention deviated momentarily by a flock of gore crows roaming overhead. When they didn’t correspond directly to their usual outcries of meat and flesh, he visibly relaxed, tilting his head to listen to Sah’s woes about the inhabitants.
And he recognized each in turn, though the fellow Abandoned was given an arched brow in turn. Silly, humorous perhaps, with underlying conditions impacting the notions. The Sword could recall the compassionate woman with her berry stall, with either mischief broadening beneath or something else altogether. “So what would make their behavior change?” Why the alterations? A chance for Sah to stretch and grow the fixed accords in his mindset, to broaden his wiles as a member of the mountain’s council, while the soldier’s gaze swept out over the land. “There is always a reason.” Even if it wasn’t so obvious or stared them right in the face, blatant and overt. “As for Inias, that sounds a lot like other people I know.” He didn’t give names, but the direct line of his stare might have been meant for Sah, and the many others coursing through his machinations.
As for the Mathair, Deimos’ assurance rang through in the depths of his rumble. “Yes. She is back in the Greatwood.” Where she belonged, and shouldn’t have been driven from in the first place – perhaps another fold into the grove, a way to heighten and forge their defenses. He shrugged his shoulders again, maneuvering deftly over another bramble and patch of lined thorns.
And he recognized each in turn, though the fellow Abandoned was given an arched brow in turn. Silly, humorous perhaps, with underlying conditions impacting the notions. The Sword could recall the compassionate woman with her berry stall, with either mischief broadening beneath or something else altogether. “So what would make their behavior change?” Why the alterations? A chance for Sah to stretch and grow the fixed accords in his mindset, to broaden his wiles as a member of the mountain’s council, while the soldier’s gaze swept out over the land. “There is always a reason.” Even if it wasn’t so obvious or stared them right in the face, blatant and overt. “As for Inias, that sounds a lot like other people I know.” He didn’t give names, but the direct line of his stare might have been meant for Sah, and the many others coursing through his machinations.
As for the Mathair, Deimos’ assurance rang through in the depths of his rumble. “Yes. She is back in the Greatwood.” Where she belonged, and shouldn’t have been driven from in the first place – perhaps another fold into the grove, a way to heighten and forge their defenses. He shrugged his shoulders again, maneuvering deftly over another bramble and patch of lined thorns.
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