DEIMOS
The Sword had nothing else to say on the state of Ru’s pain – some he’d seen and witnessed firsthand, some had come after he’d perished, some had been on the cusp of moments potentially avoided. The rest would have to be sorted between the two of them. He offered a solemn nod, eyes on the cave, snorting too at the semblances of Safrin and the way she contorted and controlled – an awareness he didn’t need to hear; experienced all in his own flaws and blunders.
Aurelia’s notions were another unique puzzle though, and even as he focused on the approaching predator, his brows furrowed with the semblance of confusion and possibilities. “We have had many people simply disappear.” Leave. Wander elsewhere. Sometimes it was those with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Sometimes it wasn’t anything at all; called away. “Perhaps she will return soon.” And wasn’t meandering lost amongst the dunes, or carved away under its haphazard wakes. Reassurance, a rumble in his throat, perhaps, that either would signify nothing in the end or be buried under all the other rubble.
Thereafter though, at Maeve’s decision, he brought all his attention to the tiger. No use in compelling, not when it threatened, raised its hackles, signified its presence had no intention of faltering. Instantly, his fire became more than filaments meant for lighting; stoked and kindled, a warning, a declaration, of his power and presence before the animal – sending the sudden, rippling inferno towards the creature. Perhaps it would flee now. Perhaps it would foolishly stay and meet its end.
Aurelia’s notions were another unique puzzle though, and even as he focused on the approaching predator, his brows furrowed with the semblance of confusion and possibilities. “We have had many people simply disappear.” Leave. Wander elsewhere. Sometimes it was those with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Sometimes it wasn’t anything at all; called away. “Perhaps she will return soon.” And wasn’t meandering lost amongst the dunes, or carved away under its haphazard wakes. Reassurance, a rumble in his throat, perhaps, that either would signify nothing in the end or be buried under all the other rubble.
Thereafter though, at Maeve’s decision, he brought all his attention to the tiger. No use in compelling, not when it threatened, raised its hackles, signified its presence had no intention of faltering. Instantly, his fire became more than filaments meant for lighting; stoked and kindled, a warning, a declaration, of his power and presence before the animal – sending the sudden, rippling inferno towards the creature. Perhaps it would flee now. Perhaps it would foolishly stay and meet its end.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
