It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Patience was a virtue, but even in those circumstances, Deimos couldn’t quite fathom how far it would stretch and range. Compliant with a nod, he focused his attention on the ripples of the ground, on the intentions of their current mission.
At Noah’s yells and Sah’s calls and assistance, the Sword could hone his concentration entirely on the ground. Extending the powers, enchantments, and incantations, the earth rumbled and grumbled, primordial frost and terrain maneuvered under the balance of his control – ancient, old, primeval, and suddenly exposed. Perhaps some had ricocheted when the summits altered in the past year, but now the land itself was forced to uproot and yield.
To which it did – a small trickling of water stirred along the edges. “Got it,” he motioned towards Sah, maybe a warning, because he honed and fixed on those points, peeling and pulling back until the dribble was a rivulet, and the rivulet a lingering stream.
At Noah’s yells and Sah’s calls and assistance, the Sword could hone his concentration entirely on the ground. Extending the powers, enchantments, and incantations, the earth rumbled and grumbled, primordial frost and terrain maneuvered under the balance of his control – ancient, old, primeval, and suddenly exposed. Perhaps some had ricocheted when the summits altered in the past year, but now the land itself was forced to uproot and yield.
To which it did – a small trickling of water stirred along the edges. “Got it,” he motioned towards Sah, maybe a warning, because he honed and fixed on those points, peeling and pulling back until the dribble was a rivulet, and the rivulet a lingering stream.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
