With the agreement rampant, the Sword followed Sah’s movements, leaving the shrine area and hastening back towards filaments and hues of evening skies. “I do not,” because it’d been the truth – curiosity compelled – and as far as he knew, the enclosures altered and changed with the animals. So naught would stay the same, wholly balanced for whatever the creatures required. Nor did he have a map, save for the one Sohalia had created for them, but it hadn’t pierced any major details about the Celestine’s refined factions. They’d have to find out on their own. Deimos didn’t mind.
As Sah ventured towards an enclosure, the Warden’s eyes narrowed, taking in the massive creature. But this one was familiar and distinct, and caused a grin for memories of the Greatwood, and swimming amidst the pools of the Stonesong. “Glotters. They are usually that size.” And since the animals were here for recovery, he gathered something must have gone awry with this one – content as it was. Maybe it would be permitted to return soon, back into the forest and rivers.
Something else caught his eye though in the same enclosure, and he ended up pointing towards a semi-translucent octopus towards the bottom of the nearby rivulet, some tentacles outstretched. “I have not seen that before though.”
As Sah ventured towards an enclosure, the Warden’s eyes narrowed, taking in the massive creature. But this one was familiar and distinct, and caused a grin for memories of the Greatwood, and swimming amidst the pools of the Stonesong. “Glotters. They are usually that size.” And since the animals were here for recovery, he gathered something must have gone awry with this one – content as it was. Maybe it would be permitted to return soon, back into the forest and rivers.
Something else caught his eye though in the same enclosure, and he ended up pointing towards a semi-translucent octopus towards the bottom of the nearby rivulet, some tentacles outstretched. “I have not seen that before though.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
