DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos rolled his eyes at the sentiments of Morgan being unsure, when she’d been the impetus for all the maneuvering parts. The fallouts. The furtive workings. Repercussion after repercussion, blinded and stupefied by all her ambitions, all her ideals, all her idiotic aspects. At least Halo was moving forward, despite her stupidity, meaning they could still overcome their own leaders’ bewildering, impractical paradigms. Strong and enduring, just as before. He didn’t say anything more on the matter, because it probably would’ve been bitter and rancorous, and instead, moved his focus upon a letter Sah had received. Taking it silently, he read over the words with a furrowed brow, not quite understanding the context. His eyes flickered over it several more times, as if pouring over the contents might give him some frame of reference. “I am not certain what this means at all.” His index finger pointed to the white portions, striving to find the right proportions. “I know of white dragons, and they are thieves.” Considering the throne of treasure the one they’d all met within the Fangs had. “But I have not heard of any gray ones.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
