[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword extended provisions because it’d long since been instilled in him; the citizens here had provided their wares, their assistance, their abilities, when he hadn’t deserved it, and he’d do the same now. It was how they survived. It was how they fought off the elements, how they braved the world, day after day, evening after evening, taking care of their own. There was plenty of food, for he’d been the one that hunted it, and permitting someone to absorb heat and warmth was hardly noteworthy; and so he thought little of the circumstances surrounding the actions. Deimos shrugged away Sah’s doubts and distrust; he’d learn in time, on his own, how the earth twisted and fragmented, how it gave and prospered, how it altered, changed, and warped. He noted the electricity though, the little sparks, the transgressions of something feral, not yet honed. New and vast. How Sah called himself pup made the General ponder if he’d been something like an Attuned before journeying here, and had simply had the notions, the semblances, stripped away – wild and bereft, sinking and swimming in the unknown immediately. “Lightning, like all magic here, can be Mastered.” Potent, powerful, all-encompassing; a blistering, unwinding, ferocious force. “If you are Attuned, you might be able to fly. I sought the abilities from our gods, and now I have both magic and shifting abilities.” So it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities, but as an Abandoned, he’d might often be ignored, cursed, or anything else in between. “You could also gain Air enchantments.” Which wouldn’t be quite the same figment, but a route capable of being traversed. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace