Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
There could have been an argument instilled there, in the crux and cross of wicked impacts, but he kept it locked away. Besides, he was treated to strangled noises, shock, and offense. He took credit with a wide, Cheshire grin, the slightest tilt of his head as if he were innocent, and the quick, swift movements of his figure as she deigned to strike him in return.
Fumbling off the pathway inevitably led him to a deeper spot in the muck though, and with a begrudging sigh spent a few moments retrieving his foot, but not his boot. A snort flickered and volleyed through his lungs, looking back at the object lodged away in the mire’s hold, contemplating the next course of action. Maybe if he loosened the earth up, and then sent his air incantations back, he could merely lift it, and the ridiculous problem would be solved.
Mustered in these foolish endeavors, he still managed to listen to the rounds of their discussions. He was fairly surprised it was Maeve, akin to a widening of his eyes for brief seconds, before they narrowed back into speculation. “Interesting.” It made more sense in Maeve’s attempts, and then Safrin’s goodwill. “And perhaps you are right.” Pawns were pawns, no matter how strong or weak. Most of them were already aligned with either Old or New, and it wouldn’t have even required much convincing – the children an outlier, but a good one.
But he wouldn’t have risked his people. How many times had they gone to war, and only took those willing? Strong enough. Capable enough. “That is why I want Halo to be a stronghold.” A fortress, a defensive wall against whatever onslaughts were doomed and damned to come. Except the mountains weren’t in their grasp, not yet, not now, and time was ticking away.
He glanced back at her as the boot finally came free with a pop, sending various droplets of murky, muddy water in every direction. “So in the end, the efforts meant nothing.” A chance, an opportunity, to save – and instead, squandered a year later. “And now everyone is in danger.” A nod in agreement and accord, while he cleaned the inside of the footwear out. A wiring of thought pulsed through him, considering, contemplating. “Unless something is done about the portals.”
Fumbling off the pathway inevitably led him to a deeper spot in the muck though, and with a begrudging sigh spent a few moments retrieving his foot, but not his boot. A snort flickered and volleyed through his lungs, looking back at the object lodged away in the mire’s hold, contemplating the next course of action. Maybe if he loosened the earth up, and then sent his air incantations back, he could merely lift it, and the ridiculous problem would be solved.
Mustered in these foolish endeavors, he still managed to listen to the rounds of their discussions. He was fairly surprised it was Maeve, akin to a widening of his eyes for brief seconds, before they narrowed back into speculation. “Interesting.” It made more sense in Maeve’s attempts, and then Safrin’s goodwill. “And perhaps you are right.” Pawns were pawns, no matter how strong or weak. Most of them were already aligned with either Old or New, and it wouldn’t have even required much convincing – the children an outlier, but a good one.
But he wouldn’t have risked his people. How many times had they gone to war, and only took those willing? Strong enough. Capable enough. “That is why I want Halo to be a stronghold.” A fortress, a defensive wall against whatever onslaughts were doomed and damned to come. Except the mountains weren’t in their grasp, not yet, not now, and time was ticking away.
He glanced back at her as the boot finally came free with a pop, sending various droplets of murky, muddy water in every direction. “So in the end, the efforts meant nothing.” A chance, an opportunity, to save – and instead, squandered a year later. “And now everyone is in danger.” A nod in agreement and accord, while he cleaned the inside of the footwear out. A wiring of thought pulsed through him, considering, contemplating. “Unless something is done about the portals.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
