DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
A wilting; his eyes glanced over the edges of her withering foundations, and hid another grimace behind a stoic, reserved countenance. But then it seemed to cease its descent, and he had a difficult time keeping up with the range of emotions, blinking once or twice in rapid formation, then shaking his head, withholding a snort on her first inquiry. “You do not.” The willingness to learn, to experience, to try was worth a formidable weight than simply being good at something. She could acquire a talent here. She could embrace a newfound skill. She could remember an old one. “You can figure them out here.” A tilt of his head, minute fractions of movement and motion, somehow very boyish in the mannerism, as if he were trying to circumvent a puzzle, piece together what to say. “I did not when I started either.” Creation magic and Remi had brought him there – trying to impart gifts for saviors in caves. “The guild is here for anyone willing to learn, and no one who wants to become better is a burden.” It was for the good of the community anyway, and the Hollowed Grounds, despite their traditional views on Outlanders, despite their slight stubbornness (which he’d probably consider valuable; known for his own obstinance, tenacity, and defiance), had always been a compassionate, accepting, tolerant sort. They welcomed anyone who assisted, who helped, or wanted to have a part in their world.Unite and spread the heart apart
