[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

They tumbled out of the book, back from where they’d started, but with a wealth of information, something to look forward to (mountains, peaks, summits, the glory of another world). It was just how to get there. The Mathair? Guarded by the Fae? Something else altogether? The stretch of enigmas, the brandished heights of the unknown, spurred and instigated by curiosity, His eyes searched the remains of their underground wares, the rush of the waterfall, the signs of the others. But before he could share anything, express their findings, their discoveries, he only noted Jigano, Kiada, and Zuriel – no Amalia in sight. His stare narrowed, steps advancing, head inclined towards the bard, striving to keep composure in check. It could be nothing. She was strong. She was capable. “Where is Amalia?” Even his voice sounded completely, utterly neutral – not delving into the deeper confines of concern, a portion he was likely going to reside in very, very soon, where memories of Fae trickery and capture were aligned. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate