DEIMOS
He thought of the notions for a moment – of how many items he’d made for those he cherished, never meant to be replicated. Charms to protect. Armor to shift. Cloaks to maintain stealth. Did that make them any less? He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. I disagree. I have made many things for those I care about. I consider them special. Hopefully they did as well; artfully depicted and rendered for their whims, designed to be simply for them and them alone. They have a purpose, and that holds meaning too. His piercing eyes flickered over to the younger mermaid – perhaps she hadn’t been around long enough to experience any of these sentiments or ruminations. He didn’t hold it against her – they would simply have differing viewpoints on the those ends.
As for things and activities that kept him away from boredom, an inward laugh rallied and carried through the bond. There is always hunting, training, exploring, information to be passed, plotting to be devised. Mischief with friends. I run a guild in Torchline as well. And perhaps it showed his own growth in these areas – to once have been such a reticent blade woven and drawn into darkened corners, to be out in the open, alive in the thrall of simply being.
As for things and activities that kept him away from boredom, an inward laugh rallied and carried through the bond. There is always hunting, training, exploring, information to be passed, plotting to be devised. Mischief with friends. I run a guild in Torchline as well. And perhaps it showed his own growth in these areas – to once have been such a reticent blade woven and drawn into darkened corners, to be out in the open, alive in the thrall of simply being.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
