who we are and all that we're trying to be
His implementations of the air contorted and coiled along the pool, like small dashes of wind, the stokings of a breeze – enough to ensure the floats moved in ripples and mercurial intervals. No precise patterns to give them away, to make the methods or fundamentals any easier. No humans or beasts maneuvered in the same way, and there was no sense in training Sahh in such a manner.
So while he immersed movements, he also watched the Abandoned at work. Concentration must’ve been at full tilt, with the way lightning fizzled and waned, strength escalating or declining, striving to find the perfected range. The deer received its scorchmarks, and then the bear, until finally he relinquished his threshold – not upon the wolf at all. Perhaps Deimos should have known.
He did manage a brief laugh, and the manifestations faded. “You may.” The Sword maneuvered forward, the rallying of movements and incantations enough for today. “You have control and power, but not at the same time. That should be your next goal.” An aspiration to tie and tether towards – an arch of his brow and nothing more. Thereafter, he took hold of the other figurines and placed them upon the ground and out of the pool, while his water enchantments froze the water back over, matching the rest of the landscape. As if it was never there to begin with; save for the rock still sequestered in the middle.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
