Tal's scowl deepened at the mention of the gods forcing the war, regardless of mortal preference. But apparently war there would be... somehow. Some way. And all they could do was rely on Outlanders like Deimos who had experience in such things, in the hopes that they would survive whatever slings and arrows fate flung their way.
Grumping silently over the war, Tal hadn't noticed how near they were to finishing the street. He raised his head from his current stop in front of a small, blue door, arranging the logs from his Bag with efficient neatness. "Oh! Yeah... sounds good," he agreed. He trotted ahead a little ways to the next porch to deliver the fuel to last through LongNight, leapfrogging with Deimos until the street was done.
~Fin~
Grumping silently over the war, Tal hadn't noticed how near they were to finishing the street. He raised his head from his current stop in front of a small, blue door, arranging the logs from his Bag with efficient neatness. "Oh! Yeah... sounds good," he agreed. He trotted ahead a little ways to the next porch to deliver the fuel to last through LongNight, leapfrogging with Deimos until the street was done.
~Fin~
