all rivers flow to the sea

DEIMOS

With approval of the jar and its fastenings, he began to orchestrate and create a long rope to fasten around the top and along the bottom. Hopefully it would be enough to keep it stabilized and tethered along stones and rock whenever they meandered to the Miana Pool.

He raised his head from his work when the inquiry slipped through the bond, considering the motivations and reasons behind them. Knowledge was an infinite power in any world – whether it be Caido, an Outlander abyss, land, air, or sea, and he coveted the wisdom and sagacity carefully. If any monsters should appear, offering a rumble of his voice with a smirk. And if there is anything dangerous or noteworthy. Different, I suppose, from the norm. Pondering over the likelihood of relics being stored or hidden, tucked away, down in the depths, or alterations made by other occurrences – thinking back to the news of the volcano erupting some years ago.

As for messages he could send, the soldier nodded, threading one last round of the rope around the jar. I can do that. He glanced upward, toward the shimmering sea and the undulating waves. Do you want to see if we can go place this there?

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