DEIMOS
More moments, more instances, where he inspected, examined, and scrutinized. Another few breaths, his piercing eyes maneuvering along the boundaries, the fringes, of where they’d been sent and plucked. When there was nothing overly threatening, or bridging anomaly, the beast followed, wings unfurled, shooting straight towards the canopy. Brushing through leaves, fronds, and boughs, he burst outward on a rush of speed, until he was clear of the greenery, and staring out over the horizon.Ocean he confirmed too; which would’ve been the ghost of a smile had he been human. The haze, though indistinct and far off, signaled waves and currents, tides and sands, and the relief flared through his chest, lingering between the Attuned fixtures. They weren’t so lost. They weren’t so far gone. This wasn’t a shuddering, apprehensive second; save for the bizarre nuances that led them here.
He hovered for a moment, before landing on a stronger, sturdier branch at the top of a massive piece of timber. The Sword wasn’t certain if they’d discover the answer of the enigma distorting through his mind, nor was he aware of how long it would take them to return towards the portal – but based on the distance, likely a day’s trek. What do you want to do? An offering of their process: to stay and explore, to hunt and linger, or to start wandering towards known aspects.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
