Deimos
He hadn’t meant to overwhelm Samuel with notions or ideas – so once he’d finalized the brazier, the fragments continuing to spiral from his glowing palms, little marks of blades and shields careening along the sides – if he could’ve instilled magic in it, he might’ve insisted they glowed. Instead the effects would take place in the little hollowed, hallowed portions when it was lit. Finished, his concentration ebbed and flowed, mind churning out a little too many nuances all at once, he placed it along the counter for safekeeping, intending to return to the table and assist in the lanterns.
The General only half-listened to a few passing conversations, his interest likely leaning more towards the cake flavors, lifting his head up from the patterns of a lantern meant to look like a shield gilded along his hands at the discussion of veils or capes. Not a single thought about those things had ever entered his mind until this moment, and he was grateful again for friends who actually had a clue about what they were doing. Mantles hadn’t been an object often used – too many battle contortions, there wouldn’t have been a place for them, more ceremonial than anything else. Which, of course, was what they were heading towards. A light laugh, a rumble musing through his chest. “Sure.” He could pull off a cape, probably.
He painted amongst the rest of the lanterns as Samuel worked too, occasionally lifting his gaze to watch what the Ascended was doing – intrigued by the star shape, looking down at his ornamental designs, landscapes of mountains, some others oceans. “That looks good,” he prospered to the otherwise silent brethren, before adhering back to the rest of his task.
Once he’d finished several more, adorned with suns and moons, he relinquished the table to Samuel again, marching over to where they’d left seedlings, corresponding to the plants while the rest continued their work in contentment.
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Just need the bracelets made next! Next to last round (and then taste-testing cakes!)
The General only half-listened to a few passing conversations, his interest likely leaning more towards the cake flavors, lifting his head up from the patterns of a lantern meant to look like a shield gilded along his hands at the discussion of veils or capes. Not a single thought about those things had ever entered his mind until this moment, and he was grateful again for friends who actually had a clue about what they were doing. Mantles hadn’t been an object often used – too many battle contortions, there wouldn’t have been a place for them, more ceremonial than anything else. Which, of course, was what they were heading towards. A light laugh, a rumble musing through his chest. “Sure.” He could pull off a cape, probably.
He painted amongst the rest of the lanterns as Samuel worked too, occasionally lifting his gaze to watch what the Ascended was doing – intrigued by the star shape, looking down at his ornamental designs, landscapes of mountains, some others oceans. “That looks good,” he prospered to the otherwise silent brethren, before adhering back to the rest of his task.
Once he’d finished several more, adorned with suns and moons, he relinquished the table to Samuel again, marching over to where they’d left seedlings, corresponding to the plants while the rest continued their work in contentment.
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Just need the bracelets made next! Next to last round (and then taste-testing cakes!)
i rule the stars, not the other way around
