DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The acceptance given and noted, another manifestation soon to come to fruition, the Sword nodded, extended his gratitude. “Thank you,” came on a low rumble, and then they could adhere to their precision. All was well until it suddenly wasn’t – his eyes lifting to Noah and the hand that had somehow become pinned between the wood. “Do you need Zuri?” The unicorn was only some distance away, her attention riveted to the pinpoint of pain too.
Thereafter though, as the sun lowered and dusk began to haunt, the three separate floors had been completed. Perhaps not the best, given circumstances, but enough to be sturdy and suitable. “There. We can be done here for the day.” Likely all of them would be aching and sleep well simply due to the hard labor and impending exhaustion – and he started pulling together some of the fruit he’d gathered from the Oerwoud, ensuring there was some matter of refreshments. “Tomorrow we can try and tackle the walls.” And then he jutted his chin, insinuating Noah get his hand looked at by his companion, before they adjourned for the evening.
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The following morning the Sword awakened bright and early, setting out for the shelters. He glanced at the newly-fallen snow over the ramparts, but quickly removed the fresh powder with a few Air enchantments, bolstering it all away until there were only the bare bones from before. Stretching a few times, he got to work – rendering a small pot of hot tea on a manifested, newly-created table, with a few other meat provisions on it, before dragging more of their logs over, intending to get started on the first wall.
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The floors are done, Noah can get his hand healed if he’d like, and it’s a new day! Time to work on the walls!
Thereafter though, as the sun lowered and dusk began to haunt, the three separate floors had been completed. Perhaps not the best, given circumstances, but enough to be sturdy and suitable. “There. We can be done here for the day.” Likely all of them would be aching and sleep well simply due to the hard labor and impending exhaustion – and he started pulling together some of the fruit he’d gathered from the Oerwoud, ensuring there was some matter of refreshments. “Tomorrow we can try and tackle the walls.” And then he jutted his chin, insinuating Noah get his hand looked at by his companion, before they adjourned for the evening.
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The following morning the Sword awakened bright and early, setting out for the shelters. He glanced at the newly-fallen snow over the ramparts, but quickly removed the fresh powder with a few Air enchantments, bolstering it all away until there were only the bare bones from before. Stretching a few times, he got to work – rendering a small pot of hot tea on a manifested, newly-created table, with a few other meat provisions on it, before dragging more of their logs over, intending to get started on the first wall.
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The floors are done, Noah can get his hand healed if he’d like, and it’s a new day! Time to work on the walls!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
