all rivers flow to the sea

DEIMOS

Dispersed was an intriguing notion, and he wondered if it meant something like everywhere all at once, not tied down to any land, any motion, anything at all. There was no further reflection on it from Chrys, and so he was left to ponder over its meaning for another time – as there were games and mischief afoot.

The Sword was half tempted to shift into his seal proportions, to let the natural abilities of the animal take over, bursting and pushing through the water with ease. But pride, and being relegated to the sea in his youth, countered the parameters. With a juvenile grin, he followed in the pinpointed direction, power, strength, and accord unleashed while the air pulsed and raced through his lungs, legs kicking, arms pumping, intending to keep up the pace and charge through currents, tides, and ocean.

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