[SE] the march forward

sah Sah nodded, "Perfect. Maybe I'll even share with the twins." He would, but it would be an exercise in self-control. Retrieving the measuring cups, he began to meticulously measure out the third and final batch. Wets then dry, then finally, measured with the heart, chocolate. With each ingredient in place, the hybrid began to combine them. The dough came together under his hands and Sah began to roll them into their second to final form. Sah's self-control waned and one of the balls disappeared, never to be seen again. A second almost joined it, but with great effort, it was placed onto the tray.

Not all that is fractured is broken

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

Pulling ovens open, alternating batches, and permitting time to pass until the aromas and edges were just right, they’d be able to eventually have enough for families and friends alike. Deimos made certain to cover a portion for the Ignatius household – which likely wouldn’t survive past the evening – and then laden Sah’s plates much the same, before sending the Thunder on his way to either abode or impending festival. “Thank you for helping. See you there,” he mentioned with a shrug of his shoulders, the pragmatics and unfortunate yesteryears heralding LongNight always giving him the semblances of trepidation – and alongside the other apprehensions gathering, he wasn’t certain how much more dread his shoulders could be laden with.

[FIN]