[PQ] spirit cold

Deimos Considering the amount of work they’d been toiling within amidst Halo, the letter arriving several weeks after offering assistance hadn’t bothered the General. Tending to defenses, training, and then other aspects of the greenhouse necessities had drawn him into reels of constant motion. Ignoring another pending lecture from Hotaru, he’d smirked and laughed their way through packing up supplies for the trip, curious, inquisitive about the nature of defenses for the Greatwood. It’d been a long time since the Sword had stepped within the Fae’s thresholds, and while a swarm of memories threatened to supersede and override, eyes glancing over familiar pathways, heart aching over something he wouldn’t name, they’d also come to complete a task. He’d never permitted recollections, no matter how grand, severe, or painful, to condemn his abilities to fulfill oaths, vows, and assurances. So he led the way with companions of human and animal variety in tow, bag of holding over his shoulder, winding along the interwoven link of the Stonesong’s rivulet, until they came upon the Lullaby – standing there in the midst of it. “Remi,” he announced their presence by way of a deep rumble, inclining his head towards the embankment, familiar with the river’s currents. “Where do you need us?” There – occupied and immersed in the tides too, or elsewhere, ready and willing and able, as they’d promised? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime