DEIMOS
At least for the moment, Deimos didn’t need to reflect on mercurial ramparts and tempestuous sieges from the passing seasons – his scrutinizing mind too occupied now on this strange concoction. He’d been taught from an early age to be scrupulous, observant, and painstakingly detailed in his observations. Experience melded and molded far greater lessons in suspicion and distrust; the treacherous, hazardous uncertainties frequently prevailing over the triumphant ones. So his eagle eyes remained suitably narrowed and conniving, drifting closer and closer, hovering along the crowd and onlookers, listening to Chulane’s keen notes.Moving like an animal made him wonder if this threat was something established below-ground, much like an iceberg. Perhaps there was far more under the surface, and this was just a lure, made, encouraged, to entice a gathering of prey before it launched upwards. Another form of a landshark? His head went back and forth, nearly snakelike, in his intuitions and notions, stifling a bout of frustration when nothing else seemed readily apparent.
The potential misgivings in Chulane landing on it were stifled and smothered, but still readily present in the back of his mind. The Sword had no intentions of relating a story to the Harpy about her lover being snagged and mauled by a tree; the disastrous, untimely end of the farmer by boughs and branches. So he remained as a chiseled, wayward guard, another disciple of weapons and armaments, waiting, waiting, waiting –
And then the sapling undulated, laughed again, and the crowd exclaimed its surprise. I do not understand pierced through the bond, before doing just the same as Chulane, and landing upon one of the uppermost branches. It didn’t sway underneath him, but seemed to encourage movement and motion, and he was so incredibly bewildered and confused, the beast had to wonder if it wasn’t some domineering menace or ominous beacon at all. What is the purpose?
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
