DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Maybe they could all simmer in Sunjata’s proclamation. For a being so endeavored towards calculations, machinations, and projections of possibilities, he’d sorely missed the mark. Though he’d threaded his steadfast determination into LongNight’s accoutrements and potential devastation, the same couldn’t be said for the gleeful, exuberant notion of the spring’s diversions. Enamored and focused on ensuring the festival had been ignited, invoked, and instigated with kiosks, stalls, games, and any other amusements, he’d failed to delegate any defenses, any maneuvers, anything at all but the wide open field with its perimeters flanked for the taking. Stupid – it’d been tremendously damned and dim, and he was just as much to blame as the rest of them for not being ready or assembled when the time came for seditious strikes. Should they presume and register themselves for anything and everything from now on? Anticipate? Foreshadow? Or let it all simmer once more, think nothing of it?The latter wouldn’t hold for long – not in his constantly maneuvering mind.
“Perhaps,” began on a sullen sigh, rising from the ramps now firmly in place, tapping on one of the wooden boards to test it, content when it held firm (unlike so many others things in these lives). “I spent time preparing for threats we understood, like for LongNight. I did not think Fiat Lux would embody tragedy or danger.” Experiences had instilled light and mirth, content to revel and spin, instead of staring over the horizon, expecting treachery and maelstroms. The fact that he’d fallen to such a level, to such a foolish, ignorant being, lanced and cut at him, and he didn’t spare a glance at Sunjata – irritated and annoyed at himself.
Unite and spread the heart apart
