DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Before houses in the Mistbanks and festivals full of lanterns, there were brief sojourns away from mountains and summits. The humidity of the Oerwoud remained as it’d been the last time he’d been here – so his sleeves were rolled up, hair tied back, furs carefully put away in his bag of holding, and a rough snort muffled through his lungs at the temperature difference. “Have you been here before?” He glanced over his shoulder towards the courier, figuring there’d been some meandering through thickets and groves and ferns for some manner of delivery.
Blazing his own path until they stumbled upon a trail towards the shrine, the Sword paused every now and then to snag at one of the many fruits hanging; placing them within his satchel too, figuring he could snag at ample opportunity, and still not be from Halo for long. From here, they could snag future offerings for Nature Frey at their upcoming request, and then place some along this pedestal too.
By way of conversation, his tones took on a casual and dry demeanor, though he predicted it’d rankle more than one nerve. “Neron came to the Citadel the other day.”
Blazing his own path until they stumbled upon a trail towards the shrine, the Sword paused every now and then to snag at one of the many fruits hanging; placing them within his satchel too, figuring he could snag at ample opportunity, and still not be from Halo for long. From here, they could snag future offerings for Nature Frey at their upcoming request, and then place some along this pedestal too.
By way of conversation, his tones took on a casual and dry demeanor, though he predicted it’d rankle more than one nerve. “Neron came to the Citadel the other day.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
