DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Another arch of his brow followed and flickered the insinuation that she had heard of the Eirachi, and possible, other debacles. Curious and inquisitive to a fault, he tilted his head a fraction. “Are you familiar with her?” Other than the story from that wretched LongNight, the depiction of the seasonal goddess was intertwined into the land itself – the legends scorched into several books he’d found along the way. But she seemed readily different from her Longheat counterpart, Tanau, and much like other heralds, prone to mercurial dispositions. Maybe Seren had heard of her elsewhere, or they were all still, better left to leave her amongst the tundra.
His creation earned some recognition, and he muffled a laugh, let it settle into his chest rather than out into the air. “Thank you.” Crouching before the proportions, he permitted some level of deliberation into its next maneuvers, ensuring the peaks had the correct rise, that some proportions of stone were hollowed out along caves, and a small hot springs was outlined down in the spread and reaches of its valleys. “It is not within Caido. It was my home before.” Before, before, before any of these circumstances – pulled and twisted and resurrected, his bones laden in those grounds and then not all the same. A very faint smile lingered along the corners of his mouth, though he debated shrugging it off, a rumble quietly explaining as he worked. “It was called the Aurora Basin.”
His creation earned some recognition, and he muffled a laugh, let it settle into his chest rather than out into the air. “Thank you.” Crouching before the proportions, he permitted some level of deliberation into its next maneuvers, ensuring the peaks had the correct rise, that some proportions of stone were hollowed out along caves, and a small hot springs was outlined down in the spread and reaches of its valleys. “It is not within Caido. It was my home before.” Before, before, before any of these circumstances – pulled and twisted and resurrected, his bones laden in those grounds and then not all the same. A very faint smile lingered along the corners of his mouth, though he debated shrugging it off, a rumble quietly explaining as he worked. “It was called the Aurora Basin.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
