I carried my own ashes to the mountains
His eyes widened slightly at the inclusion of the Grounds, the memories of first journeys clambering over his mind. A long sigh unburdened from his chest; sweeping over the parallels of sojourns amidst this spinning world: the snarling aspects of Naturals and Outlanders, when it’d scarcely mattered after a year or so. Barriers fallen. LongNights haunted. Losses and losses and losses, until they struck out beyond those wakes, spiraling from their tragedies. He swallowed down something harsh and unwinding, gaze falling to distant buildings. “There are a few of us here that followed the same routes.” A small smile reappeared in the corner of his mouth, as if trying to salvage the remnants and better portions of things learned, of quests scorched.
Deimos nodded after the acknowledgments though. “You are welcome.” Assistance with incantations was usually automatic for his soul. His stare left the horizon, and filtered down the road, one finger pointing down the main portions. “Two streets over. Big pillars. Climbing wall outside. You cannot miss it,” with some measure of pride in his voice, if he allowed it.
From there, he could hear the feral outcries of his guards as they came running by again, this time beckoning with Warden!, as if coaxing him good-naturedly back into rambling patrols. With a snort, he nodded in their direction, turning his body their way, before tossing a notion over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
Deimos nodded after the acknowledgments though. “You are welcome.” Assistance with incantations was usually automatic for his soul. His stare left the horizon, and filtered down the road, one finger pointing down the main portions. “Two streets over. Big pillars. Climbing wall outside. You cannot miss it,” with some measure of pride in his voice, if he allowed it.
From there, he could hear the feral outcries of his guards as they came running by again, this time beckoning with Warden!, as if coaxing him good-naturedly back into rambling patrols. With a snort, he nodded in their direction, turning his body their way, before tossing a notion over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
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