unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His attention deviated from one subject to another – eyeing Ray’s calculations while the water began to boil, churning and rolling over, and when it seemed adequate due to his elemental abilities, the Sword added the mushrooms to the pot. So while they brimmed and foamed, the beast added the details to his own notes, considering dosages, implementations. “All right,” he prospered with a nod – pondering if D’art had ever gone through such measures. Half the time the other man had seemed very haphazard with his mixtures – but then again, the aspiring results had been far easier and simpler to strive for. In the meantime, he prepared more vials, glowing and gilded from his palms, ensuing several in a neat little line. “Would you like some of this as well?” So he knew exactly how much to measure and portion out. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace