[RQ] Crystal Clear

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The soldier’s eyes went to the dogs, and then to his own companions, wondering how long it would be before he was in his pockets, fishing out treats to the general party of animals. Holding off for now, he reached out a hand to pat several on the head, before his gaze flicked back to the parchment. “Always,” he rumbled, with a sort of smile that indicated he didn’t mind it at all. “All right, let me see what I can do.” He'd have to start along the ground, instead of the usual in between his palms method – as these ornamentations were much larger to scale. Instilling a breath, he conjured the image rendered in his outlines vividly in his mind, and then allowed them to come to life; gilded and flush against the snow. The glass flickered along the edges at first, stable enough to beholden an eventual cannon, the pane sliding downward as he brushed his hands over the mass, ensuring it grew, and grew, and grew – golden and light for an instant, before he stepped back. “Think that will be decent?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace