Given all the stories, the once-rampant acrimony, and the embedded racism, Deimos hadn’t expected to find the Celestine in the middle of a stony, unyielding world. But wandering into its midst, and accompanying Sah on their latest offering towards shrines and heralds, left him standing still and silent.
The world opened in gardens and twilight, starlight and wonder, aspects of blended deities – touches of Nature Frey and Safrin’s spirits unwinding and unfurling in tapestries and creatures alike – his eyes following some staring back at him from beyond enriched enclosures. There’d been some hint of the serene proportions throughout the plaza as they’d walked through, but the expectations hadn’t been anything close to this.
“Huh,” he managed after a moment, turning to the other Abandoned. “Quite a place.” From there, he attempted to make quiet footfalls, as if not to disturb any entity residing within, meandering over until they might’ve found the foretold sanctuary.
The world opened in gardens and twilight, starlight and wonder, aspects of blended deities – touches of Nature Frey and Safrin’s spirits unwinding and unfurling in tapestries and creatures alike – his eyes following some staring back at him from beyond enriched enclosures. There’d been some hint of the serene proportions throughout the plaza as they’d walked through, but the expectations hadn’t been anything close to this.
“Huh,” he managed after a moment, turning to the other Abandoned. “Quite a place.” From there, he attempted to make quiet footfalls, as if not to disturb any entity residing within, meandering over until they might’ve found the foretold sanctuary.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
