Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Pondering over the multitudes, his mind conjured images not yet created, but possibilities rendered – much like he’d drawn maps of terrain, battle proportions, or new weaponry. “We could craft something to hang bait,” and his finger pointed outward, towards the stretch of landscape riddled with bones and skeletons. “Or wait above it.” Where they could stand, out of harm’s way – he could even carve a platform out of earthen intonations and craftmanship, long enough for them to maul and diminish. Then all it would take was a little ingenuity, decent aim, and intentions of a land shark leaping and launching upwards – right where they wanted it.
Or again, magic.
Rotating the shark and then ceasing once the animal seemed quite put out by the whole thing, he turned his attention back to Tal, brows furrowing slightly at the question. “I do not know – depends, I suppose. The Fields in the Grounds are notoriously difficult to farm. The soil there is not the best.” Suffice to say, he hadn’t seen any crashing through rock, but sometimes the surface of the crust was just as obstinate and stubborn.
Or again, magic.
Rotating the shark and then ceasing once the animal seemed quite put out by the whole thing, he turned his attention back to Tal, brows furrowing slightly at the question. “I do not know – depends, I suppose. The Fields in the Grounds are notoriously difficult to farm. The soil there is not the best.” Suffice to say, he hadn’t seen any crashing through rock, but sometimes the surface of the crust was just as obstinate and stubborn.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
