[PQ] Deck the Halls

D e i m o s

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

After hauling out specific wares, organizing stall layouts, contemplating whether or not to bring the catapult into the festival grounds (still hemming and hawing on the potential for mayhem, versus if potentially piercing someone in the eye with a flower crown was a good bet), when he saw familiar outlines. The Loreseekers must’ve been setting up their own kiosks, perhaps eager and ready to impart wisdom and sagacity into the fold, the hustle and bustle of ongoing crowds, or actively recruiting others to take part in their thirst for knowledge. Considering how often they all seemed to help one another, it was only a given that the Sword’s movements, footsteps, and ground-sweeping stride maneuvered him to their base. He hadn’t heard Loren’s complaints, eternally willing, fervent, and ready to place himself into work – determination, fortitude, and conviction in action, rather than constant discussion. “Jigano, Loren,” he nodded in turn, bag of holding over his shoulder, in case any items were required. His gaze wandered over the already laden ramparts. “Anything I can assist with?” For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate