DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The Sword offered a low snort at the proclamation, for he’d been in the midst of several dramatic flairs simply by wake of being an Outlander at a time where the perception hadn’t been very keen. At least in the Hollowed Grounds. Over time they’d all managed to manifest themselves into the nooks and crannies of Caido’s life – adjusting, acclimating, and adapting when and where they could. And while they brought their fair share of experiences, he hoped the world saw them as assets now, rather than nuisances. Attention sliding back to the lava wyrms, he continued to merely take notes. The pulse and beat of the igneous proportions seemed to settle – and there were hardly any more glimpses of potential life forms living amongst the wake. He had half a moment where he nearly reflected something about tempers and elements – considering all the ones he had stored in his own blood – but ignored it for something else. “I am not certain either. I will add it in as a potential note.” Because while they likely faced no imminent danger, there was no reason to push their boundaries or luck. “We can leave them be.” This experience alone would be suitable for additions to the journals, regardless. Deimos’s eyes eventually flicked back to Sah. “Have you seen anything else lately?” Beyond the scouring of dragons?
Unite and spread the heart apart
