DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Finishing the last of his tea gave him the opportunity to survey the sudden anger – and the unmoving tree – with an arch of his brow. “Yes. It was confirmed years ago.” And the Voice had little care about how many she’d maimed and marred in the process. “Vi stepped in and created roses for us to try and heal the sick. A Fae, Arduinna, also sacrificed herself.” As for LongNight, they only had speculations regarding where the monsters lived, especially since there’d been hope they’d been essentially mutilated, marred, and destroyed. He sighed, looking elsewhere, giving Darkeye a moment to compose himself – eyes glancing back to Zuriel, as if her manner of repose might ward off all the darker bits of history. “There is a theory that they return underground during the other seasons.” The portals were another question, despite warnings given. “Some are indifferent, ignorant, or unaware.” He’d warned the Torchline sovereign, and he wasn’t sure what other kingdoms were doing about the matter.
He stifled a light laugh, knowing full well he wasn’t alone – he’d cultivated a found family even in the aspects of multiple losses. “It is appreciated.” Thereafter, his memories traced over the following sickness. “It was a kind of fever. I am not certain of its name.”
Deimos shook his head at the aspects of portals to Stormbreak – as much as he understood about the world, anything associated with Ascended or the Voice was prohibited from that land. “They use the sky ports, I believe. You will find one here,” and he pointed in the direction of the modicum of travel.
Sins of the Old Gods could probably be construed in the current plotlines of impending war. “Nothing that I have heard of,” other than the previously mentioned. But there were always new things coming to light, lessons learned, and mysteries unraveled.
His eyes went to the sky, registering the time by the segments of the sun. “I have some guild matters to attend to. Do you have any other questions?” If so, perhaps he could write them down, and Deimos could do his best in filling them in later.
Unite and spread the heart apart
