[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos Without word from Maea or the Greatwood itself, Deimos eventually made the begrudging effort to set aside a day of explorations and information seeking. With Halo stable enough, and on the brink of forging onward with new fortifications and dynamics, the Sword and his companions made the journey over only with the slightest amount of trepidation lining his ribcage. He, the guild, and anyone else utilizing their knowledge on the void flora and fauna would benefit from anything he gained and recorded here, and he hitched his bag of holding higher along his shoulder, where his journal and notes settled amidst the other weaponry and armaments. Eventually though, the familiarity gave way to the Stone Symphony’s altered current, and more than once he found himself following the line of the river to unknown proportions – including now, where lush greenery peeked through lingering currents. His eyes narrowed and brow arched, curiosity folding over his mind with all the other machinations and calculations stirring – pondering if there was something within the deeper rivulets and funnels. Instinctually, he crouched amongst the bank, half-pondering about parting the river with incantations. Zuriel snorted, leaving him to glance over his shoulder to stare at the unicorn, before shaking his head. Belial was far more game, and hovered diligently, hooting wildly over something likely below the surface. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime