DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
For once, Deimos had no answer – and for a man prone to machinations, scheming, ruses, and a whole host of deep contemplations, he could only arch a brow – and then flick his gaze briefly up towards the clouds. “What is a skyport?” The Sword could process the means of the word simply by analytical tactics – but having not been to Torchline since telling Sunjata exactly what he thought of the fool, he’d missed any work going on in between the ocean venue and the Stormbreak counterpart. Especially since it’d been monsoon season.
The brow lilted further when she seemed intent on wrecking her own sculpture. The General had put far too much work into his, and let it sit, settling into the frozen veneer, permitting the rest of the void to be a backdrop. As far as any other means of gaining access to Torchline, rather than clambering down mountainsides (he was about to very sarcastically tell her to find an Ursur to parade around on, and then kept it to himself), he merely shook his head. “Not that I am aware of.” And the Climb would be an arduous task.
The brow lilted further when she seemed intent on wrecking her own sculpture. The General had put far too much work into his, and let it sit, settling into the frozen veneer, permitting the rest of the void to be a backdrop. As far as any other means of gaining access to Torchline, rather than clambering down mountainsides (he was about to very sarcastically tell her to find an Ursur to parade around on, and then kept it to himself), he merely shook his head. “Not that I am aware of.” And the Climb would be an arduous task.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
