DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Apparently Loren didn’t share in the same thread of diversions, the fish haphazardly bouncing along the embankment from where Deimos left it for the summoner to do what he wished. A quick, swift extension of his paw along the shore ensured the golden-scaled animal made it back to the water, the tiger following through. Another dive, another launch, another leap, the splash contorting in ripples and undulations, cascades of droplets flicking in all directions. Indicating he was listening, ears flicking back and forth at the reams of laughter and the aforementioned answer, his focus maintained on a few goldfish gathered in between his forelegs, unaware they’d been trapped, letting them settle for an instant or two, the slow, torturous assault of felines. The same piercing eyes swiveled back to the man and beast along the shore, tilting his head a fraction or two.
The Sword had explored this region frequently – from playing amidst the river, planting roses during the blight, being assaulted by Kiada and striving to bring her back – but hadn’t thought of what others might have experienced, or not, if that were the case, along the Greatwood channels. Perhaps Loren hadn’t had the opportunities, or was doing so all over again. He flicked one goldfish into the air, and batted at it as it descended, watching as it flew along and out of his reach, safe for the moment. Discover anything interesting?
The Sword had explored this region frequently – from playing amidst the river, planting roses during the blight, being assaulted by Kiada and striving to bring her back – but hadn’t thought of what others might have experienced, or not, if that were the case, along the Greatwood channels. Perhaps Loren hadn’t had the opportunities, or was doing so all over again. He flicked one goldfish into the air, and batted at it as it descended, watching as it flew along and out of his reach, safe for the moment. Discover anything interesting?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
