Deimos
As the flames dimmed, he swept out another meticulous semblance, searching for any stray embers, any tossed and kindled sparks remaining amidst wooden frames and timber presences. The answer caused him to tilt his head, brows furrowed slightly, refraining from the slightest bit of laughter that might have coiled on the notions of purposeful - he’d know all about that.
His own mission certainly didn’t have anything to do with fire, but here they were just the same. “Was snagging some manta crystals,” swimming endeavors in the near future, “and was curious to see if the climate had changed back to its original state.” Clearly not, by the way the winds chilled and the press of cold wound its way along the coast. But the Notice Board had secured some more knowledge and sagacity on that part. “Has anyone found the shrine?”
His own mission certainly didn’t have anything to do with fire, but here they were just the same. “Was snagging some manta crystals,” swimming endeavors in the near future, “and was curious to see if the climate had changed back to its original state.” Clearly not, by the way the winds chilled and the press of cold wound its way along the coast. But the Notice Board had secured some more knowledge and sagacity on that part. “Has anyone found the shrine?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
