Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Were it not for the Sword’s earthen incantations immersed within his soul, he probably would’ve been utterly useless for any of these assignments. Shying away from the notions of labeling the herbs and plants (they’d be wrong – no sense in making more work for anyone), he surveyed the rest of the options. Perhaps it would be best to align himself with the berry bushes; capable of cutting things away without much apprehension. “I will try to sort out the berries,” he mentioned, before making his way to the designated spot.If he could recall, many of those fruits grew wildly and in haste – which they’d done readily, given the properties now. Snorting at the way they angled, twisted, and turned over one another, he sought to utilize two enchantments at once. Avoiding any thorns, he coaxed an easygoing rush with his air incantations, intending to snatch and pick at any ripe berries, moving them to a gathered location, while utilizing the earth intonations and pressing the plants back into an orderly line.
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Deimos tries to use his Mastered Air to pick at the ripe berries and Mastered Earth to push the plants back.
