DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The reticence faded away at the brief muffle of a laugh, the slight angle of his smile, taking the compliments for what they were worth. He only slid closer as she began to unfurl whatever these seemingly random cards signified: gaze and mind attentive, head tilted to listen. The soldier, given his occupation and ambience, wasn’t a being to have ever studied or examined the surface, but he did now. Citadel representation in an Abandoned, in balance, in lovers (he would’ve chuckled again, had he not thought it pinpointed directly to the two who’d orchestrated the management of the mountains), caused his stare to pinpoint back to the witch – waiting for the explanation.And so they came: in changes required, in patience, in difficulties. The last segment caused a long, slow sigh, jaw placed in his hand as the piercing gaze swept over the intervals again. “Fewer now, but yes, you are right.” Kiada was the foremost in his mind – though he didn’t think it was a segment of striking her down. He’d once considered Morgan a valuable friend, but betrayals had slid swift, keen, and fast in between his ribs. Neron was nothing to him. And Sah was in their threshold. The citizens, the people, were the others he cherished; and this would be ultimately for them.
The fourth card and all its revelations turned the dismal, melancholic features back into something resembling patience – his usual forbearing stature. “We had already been planning a similarity. No coups. No violence.” Deals with who, though? The light smile fixtured back, stare wandering back and forth over the forms, the rumble of mischief returning. “An accurate reflection. I am surprised.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
