Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Different lands and different traditions – whether or not they’d eventually be melded together, assimilated in a force, as more and more connections broadened across portals and kingdoms, would be something else to ponder. Similar aspects occurred across the Grounds, Ronin and Remi’s wedding not done in the same stead as Rexanna and Bastien’s (and he was happy to have missed Sunjata and Phoebe’s nuptials altogether), or like the Festival of Lights, broadening along horizons. At the very least, LongNight’s deepening reach of darkness extended across regions, but not its monstrous incantations, its fiendish, demonic alms.
Alterations and times of debauchery were made apparent to him, in the crook of his brow, in the smile slowly reappearing, his eyes flickering back to the glade before him. Polite celebration sounded like all the Sword or Shield would be able to handle; but knowing their scope and range of friends and family, it wouldn’t be difficult to achieve. No blighted madness. No phallic-shaped fireworks. Besides, if things became too out of hand, Deimos would be able to handle it accordingly. “Moderate drinking, dancing, and eating is our main focus.” Perhaps that was tame and light, but it was all they required, one last round of commemoration with those they cherished, before they all parted, went their separate ways, for the chill of Deepfrost.
Alterations and times of debauchery were made apparent to him, in the crook of his brow, in the smile slowly reappearing, his eyes flickering back to the glade before him. Polite celebration sounded like all the Sword or Shield would be able to handle; but knowing their scope and range of friends and family, it wouldn’t be difficult to achieve. No blighted madness. No phallic-shaped fireworks. Besides, if things became too out of hand, Deimos would be able to handle it accordingly. “Moderate drinking, dancing, and eating is our main focus.” Perhaps that was tame and light, but it was all they required, one last round of commemoration with those they cherished, before they all parted, went their separate ways, for the chill of Deepfrost.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
