remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Perhaps the mountains weren’t for everyone – especially based on the frown, the shaking of his head, and the obvious demonstration of refusal. But, if he were based out of an ocean, with the sun and surf, with the monumental sands and dunes, the cold, chilling rapture and reverie of the peaks and summits would be a polarizing domain. Even though Deimos had grown up alongside sea swells and salty air, he’d also adjusted to a number of other kingdoms and sovereigns, terrain and landscapes, as they traversed across battlefield after battlefield, adjusting despite a long-standing disposition of defiance and sedition. After living as refugees along the Frostbreathe Steppe, the Aurora Basin had been a damned blessing – and even if these precipices weren’t the same as the scathing reaches of Helovia’s reach, he still reveled in the prospect, in the potential, in the prowess, of their actuality; tangible beacons, siren songs of Siberia. “Fair enough,” he shrugged, hiding a smirk behind his glass. If it was just the temperature, there’d always be places elsewhere for Sunjata to go and roam.out for vengeance
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