I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“So we wait and learn more.” Sometimes a frustrating cycle, but with no other alternatives, they could only wage their theories on sand-filled towers, waiting for some figure to topple or remain upright. Strong and sturdy enough to stand above the waves, or far too lilting, beleaguered by the currents, fallen apart before everything else came undone.
He finished Zuriel’s braid, rounding it off and curling it underneath. The mare shook her head, but seemed pleased with the preening and attention, so he patted her on the neck, maneuvering only slightly to peer back at Sah – who had gotten the measure of his request. “Yes. That way it comes from the people. It will be their decision.” No violence. Would Morgan, Neron, or Wessex be able to argue those outcomes? Lay waste again? “Do you have names?”
He finished Zuriel’s braid, rounding it off and curling it underneath. The mare shook her head, but seemed pleased with the preening and attention, so he patted her on the neck, maneuvering only slightly to peer back at Sah – who had gotten the measure of his request. “Yes. That way it comes from the people. It will be their decision.” No violence. Would Morgan, Neron, or Wessex be able to argue those outcomes? Lay waste again? “Do you have names?”
DEIMOS
