Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
For all the dread he’d held around the mere mention of making their way towards Starfall, the aftermath had been so swift, fleeting, and fortunate, that he’d never had time to let Evie know about the events over their ear cuffs – not like in previous battles. No undercurrent of hell. No rush to be mended or healed. No defiant and exhausted opus, feathers flagged and feet dragging across snow. And while he’d expected an insurgency of life and death parallels, especially since the latest war, it had been a binding, sweeping interlude of blades, lilies, and then nothing else.
Make no mistake; the Sword knew better than to ever believe that would happen again.
But it made recalling the tale in a much lighter tone, shaking his head as they crossed into the boundary of desert dwellings. With Erebos safe at home with a trusted babysitter, for they’d have no inklings of bringing him out here, in the swell of harsh elements, it was just him and Evie, proceeding under the cover of looming dusk, hunting for a mirage crab. “So a void dragon showed up, and it only took one blow from Ronin’s rapier to send it crashing down into the sea.” He explained with his deep intonations and rumbles, with visuals taken from the dust and wind, flickering them across the air in depicted forms until they billowed away. “We planted the flower on the shore, and then we were done.” Relieved would be in the undertone of it all, until they had to do it over again.
Make no mistake; the Sword knew better than to ever believe that would happen again.
But it made recalling the tale in a much lighter tone, shaking his head as they crossed into the boundary of desert dwellings. With Erebos safe at home with a trusted babysitter, for they’d have no inklings of bringing him out here, in the swell of harsh elements, it was just him and Evie, proceeding under the cover of looming dusk, hunting for a mirage crab. “So a void dragon showed up, and it only took one blow from Ronin’s rapier to send it crashing down into the sea.” He explained with his deep intonations and rumbles, with visuals taken from the dust and wind, flickering them across the air in depicted forms until they billowed away. “We planted the flower on the shore, and then we were done.” Relieved would be in the undertone of it all, until they had to do it over again.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS