Deimos
Long strides swept upward by instinct and curiosity alone, unbothered by the shift in terrain. He and the multitudes of soldiers ran every day, and time-honored endurance, persistence, and determination made him simply take deeper breaths as the scales tipped along the hill. The knoll’s greenery was a change from the way this world had once been – latent, listless, fading, struggling even when so many were trying to ensure it survived. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been possible over the last few years, before the war, to have even achieved this amount of verdant life.
Perhaps it didn’t matter.
His brow arched at the mention of the twins, granting a softer smile in some vague fondness. “Are they doing well?” He’d seen Soleil out and about amidst Halo’s comings and goings more often than Luka, but as long as they were protected and thriving, learning and growing, then Halo’s shielding wake was worth something. And perhaps Sah was right in those regards – of a safe venture. “We can get to the top and see if there is anything threatening or dangerous.” Though he could picture the children rolling and tumbling down the hill too – his eyes narrowed slightly in speculation. “The Glade used to be a nice place too.”
Perhaps it didn’t matter.
His brow arched at the mention of the twins, granting a softer smile in some vague fondness. “Are they doing well?” He’d seen Soleil out and about amidst Halo’s comings and goings more often than Luka, but as long as they were protected and thriving, learning and growing, then Halo’s shielding wake was worth something. And perhaps Sah was right in those regards – of a safe venture. “We can get to the top and see if there is anything threatening or dangerous.” Though he could picture the children rolling and tumbling down the hill too – his eyes narrowed slightly in speculation. “The Glade used to be a nice place too.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
