this is the reckoning
Lightning bugs made him wonder, ponder, the lengths of potential electricity flowing through the veins of the minute creatures – and as always, didn’t bother to underestimate them. Deimos had long since learned to treat all the flora and fauna with a potential wide-berth; he’d combatted a slew, been nearly diminished and perished by quite a few.
And since he longed for education, for knowledge, for wisdom, about a land he’d promised to defend, the Sword felt no shame in his ignorance. He’d prefer to gain insight, rather than continually immerse his mind into calamities, problems, trials, and tribulations. Time and experiences had proven it best to ask, rather than dig themselves into potential graves and perils over and over again. So the Attuned bond was a mixture of inquiry, amusements, and curiosity, piercing eyes following the trail and beams, the sanctity and tranquility, the serenity and danger. In what way? What were they capable of?
And since he longed for education, for knowledge, for wisdom, about a land he’d promised to defend, the Sword felt no shame in his ignorance. He’d prefer to gain insight, rather than continually immerse his mind into calamities, problems, trials, and tribulations. Time and experiences had proven it best to ask, rather than dig themselves into potential graves and perils over and over again. So the Attuned bond was a mixture of inquiry, amusements, and curiosity, piercing eyes following the trail and beams, the sanctity and tranquility, the serenity and danger. In what way? What were they capable of?
DEIMOS
