whole and apart and in-between

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The monolith drew and quartered his bird, sectioning off portions of meat, organs, and sinew they’d be able to utilize. All the while he listened, capable of rendering attention on the process and Loren’s insinuations – raising his head slightly at the snort, and then the notions and assemblage thereafter. Last year’s debacle sounded like a siege of brewing maelstroms catching, seething, and opening fire simply at the wrong time – but with Zariah intermingled within the onslaught, he hadn’t been surprised. No matter where they loomed or lived, there was always something. The circumstances and nuances around it simply changed. They persevered or died trying – and the final thought clenched over his heart, his mind, as his knife cut. A lighter note flickered through him then, an arch to his brow, a snort hastening along the midst. “We cannot forget the cannibals.” Loren’s inquiry was justified, and his eyes went briefly back to the wishbone. “I initially asked Ludo if I could take over Kiada’s quest during LongNight.” The Firebrand could mull over those fragments all he wished; the Sword didn’t want to churn into them any further. “When that was not feasible, I asked for some communication devices.” Memories of days spent lodged during the debacles, just trying to ensure everyone was safe and sound coiled through him, and the dagger’s edge slashed a little harder through the meat. “Similar to the ones we had before.” Beneficial, in the long run, if anyone was ever separated on missions and the like. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace