after fury
what do you do
He permitted the slightest grin at her antics and teasing. Under a different sky, across a different earth, he would have bristled, seethed, and hissed, tucked away back into shadow, into silence and formidable, forbidding, unattainable reaches. Reaper and Sword had altered course in that regard, and likely the better for it, otherwise he wouldn’t have been granted so many otherworldly effects (friendship, camaraderie, support, acceptance, tolerance; things he once considered out of reach). Then the great beast shook his head, somewhat bemused, and after its inspection, placed it amongst the blankets and toys; the box nearly full.At her answer though, he kept his attention rapt, focused on her, while Zuriel meandered within, eyed Aisha’s wild locks. “We may need you for LongNight preparations.” Any extra hand was noteworthy, considered, and appreciated; considering the vast amount of supplies they required to keep them all occupied, nourished, sheltered, and alive by the end of it. As far as knowing what to do with one’s self, he tilted his head, weighed the options in his mind. He’d already permitted her ready and able access to the militia, the barracks, the weapons, and the training grounds, her mind apt for anything of such vehemence and accord. What other opportunities would surface? “Beyond soldier capabilities?” He smirked for an instant, then drummed his fingers along the table, mind contemplating. “There may be more opportunities for you come spring.” Once the dust settled, once they’d come out of horrors and treacheries, doom and gloom. “But you should try your hand at everything available. See what else piques your interest.”
with the remains?
DEIMOS
