Deimos
The Stonesong had changed.
It didn’t come as much of a surprise, considering the way everywhere else had reshaped to certain facets. Halo’s mountains had broken apart and away from the Draig. The Hollowed Grounds had become portions of isles. The more and more he branched out from his beloved region of ice and snow, the more alterations and nostalgia seemed to creep along his spine.
So he didn’t frown at the way the river had expanded and warped, but traversed far more carefully, foraging for several herbs to take back to the greenhouse. Zuriel stepped lightly, right behind his long strides as they swept over familiar paths, and then not, all at once. More than once they ceased movement together, as he snagged at some peppermint bark, sweetgrass, or snow moss, and he would place them within her saddlebags.
It would’ve been a serene journey, had Belial not been on a tear.
The peryton began to glide ahead, as he often did, and the Sword watched as the carnivorous deer dipped low along the embankment. A sigh was only uttered from his lungs moments later, when he could hear a proud and victorious screech from his companion, and then several unfamiliar chatters in response. “What did he find now?” came on a distinct mutter towards the unicorn, who snorted in her own unimpressed manner, as they advanced towards the shoreline.
It didn’t come as much of a surprise, considering the way everywhere else had reshaped to certain facets. Halo’s mountains had broken apart and away from the Draig. The Hollowed Grounds had become portions of isles. The more and more he branched out from his beloved region of ice and snow, the more alterations and nostalgia seemed to creep along his spine.
So he didn’t frown at the way the river had expanded and warped, but traversed far more carefully, foraging for several herbs to take back to the greenhouse. Zuriel stepped lightly, right behind his long strides as they swept over familiar paths, and then not, all at once. More than once they ceased movement together, as he snagged at some peppermint bark, sweetgrass, or snow moss, and he would place them within her saddlebags.
It would’ve been a serene journey, had Belial not been on a tear.
The peryton began to glide ahead, as he often did, and the Sword watched as the carnivorous deer dipped low along the embankment. A sigh was only uttered from his lungs moments later, when he could hear a proud and victorious screech from his companion, and then several unfamiliar chatters in response. “What did he find now?” came on a distinct mutter towards the unicorn, who snorted in her own unimpressed manner, as they advanced towards the shoreline.
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.
