remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
There was the briefest inclination of his head as she pondered over recommendations. Not quite like heirs, which hadn’t worked well in Helovia either – too many faults and flaws and errors in particular offspring, and the general public often voted their leaders in, unless something had been deity dictated. “Perhaps names to be considered, but I agree, the citizens should be allowed to choose.” He thought of the Merciless and her rise to power, of her stronghold, of her grip and grasp and rules, of the imprisonments, of those fighting for their opinions and dues, only to be laughed, mocked, jeered, or their voices rendered mute. “We do not need Zariah’s reign to be repeated.” Half a smirk extended, because he figured the Warden wouldn’t attempt such a feat with any successor – but the world altered, changed, and morphed in enigmatic shades far too frequently.Speculation settled in his sights at the mention of his munitions and armaments, hands folding back over the resin of his glass, fingers lightly drumming while she seemed to deliberate something. Thereafter, that he might craft her armor, pulled and tugged at the snicker again, though far more amiable than mischievous. “Most likely. I have made similar things before.” His hand went to the paper and charcoal again, leaving the glass untended for the moment. “What else were you thinking?” His mind whittled away at the implications, at the possibilities, at the tangible means and measures he’d coaxed for others; like Kiada, with its ability to shift into any form she took.
He supposed that was gone now too, along with her.
Deimos ignored the invading thought, proceeding into machinations and scruples. “I can make it rendered into another object for quick access, or embedded with other magic to defend against.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
