[Training] [se] now what's in store

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His stare went elsewhere; from her pacing to the floor, to the soldiers gathered along the sides, near the braziers, pondering how much longer it would be before they were all at arms. Sooner, rather than later, might have been an accurate prediction, but with everything else gnawing on the horizon, with ceasefires attempting to be maintained, and likely other things hovering just above the surface, all they would know was that time was a precious, fleeting providence. “I think we need to be prepared for the inevitable,” he sighed, mind and machinations going to the variety of sketches stored away. Plans. Plots. While she wrenched out her arrow, he contemplated twisting the spear back into the target’s forefront. “Supposedly he is immortal. So yes, he would come back.” Not Edrei – though she’d committed those actions before too; desecrated by a landshark and then taken an oath for the Voice some years later. Distracted, momentarily, from the nuances and nooses, something from the corner of his eye lingered – bizarrely, piercing at memories, factions, and fabrications. “Yes,” he murmured, brows furrowing in confusion. “What was it?” Perplexed, he rubbed his hand over one of the closest windows, as it to clear the fog from the glass. Hoping - maybe, in the back of his skull - if she'd seen it too, it didn't represent something still tangled and foiled in his blood (like the sickness within prior years - consuming them with hallucinations and fires). master of nothing place; of recoil and grace