DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The only one he didn’t know arrived after him; Mildew, and without any familiarity, the Sword extended his own calloused palm in introduction. “Deimos,” and with nothing else to add to his title, they shook hands.
Another nod given to Remi on the gratitude and acknowledgements; the clarification on some not wanting the Mathair returned to the Greatwood causing a brief narrowing of his gaze. He could only presume the Lullaby meant the Ascended.
And the troubles along the way, of course.
Presuming that would come regardless, Deimos waited until Mildew stepped in front, leading them onward to the initial destination.
Another nod given to Remi on the gratitude and acknowledgements; the clarification on some not wanting the Mathair returned to the Greatwood causing a brief narrowing of his gaze. He could only presume the Lullaby meant the Ascended.
And the troubles along the way, of course.
Presuming that would come regardless, Deimos waited until Mildew stepped in front, leading them onward to the initial destination.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
