Deimos
Deimos noticed. Pre-occupied as he’d been, it probably would’ve been impossible to place them nicely, despite how many times he’d tried to resolve his focus to the here and now. Perhaps these were the times where his machinating schemes betrayed him; already winding into headlong tactics to prevail in the present. His eyes glanced over their work, and barely registering that he’d hardly spoken at all during the tasks, permitted a low rumble of a whisper for the Evergreen. “Sorry. My mind was elsewhere.” Right back at the pieces of potential Ascended shrine – at the depths of threats conveyed, at the possibilities of returns, at wondering if all these apprehensions were for nothing, or a call straight back to arms.
Adhering to the other tasks, water cast and frozen, there was a silent promise embedded that when they returned, an eventual thing (the lure of hot springs), he’d try to resolve the distorted components of their jumbled stone formations. He heard the invitation thereafter, attempting a vague smile, before accepting with a nod – hoping all his trepidation would be in vain.
From there, they could collect themselves, broadening their reach from the Fangs and back to the Citadel, the process complete.
{FIN! Thank you everyone!}
Adhering to the other tasks, water cast and frozen, there was a silent promise embedded that when they returned, an eventual thing (the lure of hot springs), he’d try to resolve the distorted components of their jumbled stone formations. He heard the invitation thereafter, attempting a vague smile, before accepting with a nod – hoping all his trepidation would be in vain.
From there, they could collect themselves, broadening their reach from the Fangs and back to the Citadel, the process complete.
{FIN! Thank you everyone!}
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
