DEIMOS
For all his inquiries, the mending seemed remarkably similar to anything they might construct upon land. Not so different at all. A fraction feline and canine all at once with the vague tilt of his head, he gave a solid nod, before continuing onward, content in the rapacious edges of the sea, gathering, nearing, the subtle shift of rocky formations ahead. Not really. We have healers with magic, stitches, herbs, and the like. The scars along his frame were hallmarks of many a doctoring from the dais of a battlefield. He wondered, vaguely, if there was plantlife beyond seaweed that could turn similar tricks; but they would’ve explored that ages before, most likely.
After another subtle shift towards the dark masses beyond, he pondered over further complexities. My unicorn heals me. And time, of course, considering the way his incantations and enchantments raised its hackles against the light and refinement of assuaging intentions.
After another subtle shift towards the dark masses beyond, he pondered over further complexities. My unicorn heals me. And time, of course, considering the way his incantations and enchantments raised its hackles against the light and refinement of assuaging intentions.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
