all rivers flow to the sea

DEIMOS

There was nearly an offer within his mind at the notion of repairs – but it wasn’t his place, nor his land, to present such a bestowal. Perhaps wear and tear came from its tenure at the bottom of the sea. Maybe some liked it that way. It might have been left to its own devices simply by the work of nature, and they considered it a far more honorable distinction than his Outlander tendencies.

So instead, he left the calculations aside, rendering a polite smile, bridging incantations, weaving more air into his lungs. If you do not mind. It would be interesting to see. He could always leave some offerings to Safrin and the rest of the Old Gods there. Is it to any deity in particular? Treading water briefly, muscles unfurling and coiling back and forth, the Sword waited for her to lead the way – his gaze fixating on the outer reaches of the city, of the world before them.

who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls