[Training] spikey snow castles

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword couldn’t feel the notions between – not if Oliver kept them enclosed, and Deimos refrained from extending semblances just the same – but he waited for some hint of accord. The blacksmith appeared calm, composed; no distinct sign of panic that might’ve ensued in earlier seasons and years. No outward proclaim of some other disastrous notions – that he might’ve been caught in his letter writing, in his conspiring. Just a greeting, light and poignant, across the void. “You are all right?” A question, curious and indistinct, perhaps mildly puzzled; but there all the same. The General tilted his head, eyes shifting back to the actions at hand, motioning towards the stacks of snow, at the way Oliver had been searching for Aisha. “Likely at the barracks, or the inn.” He jutted his jaw forward in the direction of the newest hall. “She has been trying to form another Monster Hunter’s Guild.” And then explorations had led him here – to making little snow mounds. Considering Deimos had taken time out of the last winter to build a sledding ramp, he didn’t judge on miniature castle fortifications. He shrugged his shoulders – snorting mildly. “Then what will you do with it?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace