DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
If she was trying to get a rise out of him, Deimos had no intention of faltering. He arched a brow at the tone, at the inquiry, not even bothering to muffle his snort. “That does not mean we cannot try again.” Determination, tenacity, and an unyielding, unbending sort of predilection had long since been drawn over his essence – instilled from seasons and cycles, from rebirths and renewals, from lives shifted over time and space. Even if once before he would’ve willingly sunk into stones and rubble, it wasn’t a consideration now.His resolve was a steel fixture as his eyes followed the movement and track of the cards, even if he had no idea what lingered beneath. “Sometimes failure is a starting point.” Where they’d errored, where they’d misjudged and miscalculated (because the Sword had never believed Morgan would’ve been willing to attack her own people). Where they’d drawn things well, and where they’d misconstrued the edges. “If I had given up after initial setbacks, I would not be here.” Nor would many of them.
When Mildew seemed done, and a pattern set, he studied the particulars. Were this some battle situation, he might know what laid ahead. But with this, he could only follow the chord of directions. First to the three, and then to the one above, and he flipped them over in turn. Thereafter, he leaned back, sitting stoically on the stool.
Unite and spread the heart apart
