[seasonal event] arise from the dust

Deimos Hands busy, mind busy, enthralled and enamored with granting and consecrating instead of taking, of burning, of billowing foundations down into the ground – eyes surreptitiously scanning back and forth again – was enough to anoint some sense of ease into their actions. He wasn’t going to meander in the angst and throes here, not in the melancholy brambles, not while the rest of the things around him were striving to grow, attempting to renew themselves after the winter’s reign; forging on ahead instead of staring discontentment straight in the face. Kiada reprised her role in secretive, taciturn wiles, and for a few moments all was calm in his movements, crouching, trowel sinking into the earth, churning and turning over soil, placing the flowers in gently, and then maneuvering the loam back over its new sanction. Her inquiry bounded along his senses, gave him pause as his glance riveted back to the birds as they took flight, their tiny project done and complete. He didn’t really understand much of the motions at all – a bending of his will, a command at his mouth, but silent and feral in their demands; not unlike crowns and titles, but without a throne, a scepter, a land embodying his requests. Perhaps it was just another portion to strength, powers continuing to brim to the surface with no explanation except time and necessity. “When we came out of the library, and I could not find Zuriel.” Out along the Spire steps, again, that haunted barricade of stone and enigmas, everything starting and ending there. In his rage, in his apprehension, the birds had appeared, gliding out of bushes and flickering off into the forest to find his companion. His piercing gaze landed upon her thereafter, as if searching for something out of her depths, out of her consternation, but not summoning the rites to voice it. The question lingered elsewhere. “Can you?” She’d been Attuned far longer than himself; wouldn’t be surprised if she could assemble a whole flock of fellow harpies from the ether and off into their next adventure. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime