Deimos
Completely unfazed by any hackles raised, Edmund probably shouldn’t have even bothered – Deimos knew the depths of his own power, and if the youth sought to threaten him, it wouldn’t take long to diminish the Ancient. His brow arched at the notions of a healing thing, but tucked it in the back of his mind, a stored measure for either future machinations or the mere aspects of knowledge. Information was information, no matter how slight or miniscule it might have seemed. His features and tone remained otherwise reticent, giving nothing but a shrug and roll of his shoulders.
Granting the youth a simple nod, he regained his height, tucking the journal and notes away back into his bag. “I am all set.” And with everything finalized, including more details than he’d started with, there was naught necessary any longer – permitting them to part amicably, even if the bristling notions remained from the Ancient. “Good luck on the rest of your quest.” And with that, the Sword could turn back the way they’d come, long strides sweeping out, eyes upon the canopy and horizon for any other river stars drifting above.
{FIN}
Granting the youth a simple nod, he regained his height, tucking the journal and notes away back into his bag. “I am all set.” And with everything finalized, including more details than he’d started with, there was naught necessary any longer – permitting them to part amicably, even if the bristling notions remained from the Ancient. “Good luck on the rest of your quest.” And with that, the Sword could turn back the way they’d come, long strides sweeping out, eyes upon the canopy and horizon for any other river stars drifting above.
{FIN}
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
