Deimos
Any mention of the Sea of Glass drew a fond smile along his features, only this time he strived to picture such a scene: evenings on the ice, amidst the glassy baubles, torches lined amidst the gathered to form a path. Something even the Old Gods could admit to enjoying, probably, especially if it was designated in front of their shrine. He listened as his hands maneuvered the hinges back into place, a few well-timed, strong pushes, before angling his brow and following the Sentinel over to the large piece of rubble.
Placing himself on the other side, it’d be easy for both of them to move it out of the way, decide to relegate it to scraps or put it amongst and amidst the other refuse and debris from the war’s haze. “Sounds like a grand occasion,” he rumbled, contemplating exchanges, and then lifting his gaze back to Noah when he mentioned companions. “That would be special and unique. Do they typically leave them around here?” There’d been no notes in the guild journals about snagging at griffin nests, and Noah had one of his own – perhaps the notions only passed by word of mouth or happenstance.
Placing himself on the other side, it’d be easy for both of them to move it out of the way, decide to relegate it to scraps or put it amongst and amidst the other refuse and debris from the war’s haze. “Sounds like a grand occasion,” he rumbled, contemplating exchanges, and then lifting his gaze back to Noah when he mentioned companions. “That would be special and unique. Do they typically leave them around here?” There’d been no notes in the guild journals about snagging at griffin nests, and Noah had one of his own – perhaps the notions only passed by word of mouth or happenstance.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
