DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword’s regards towards rodents nesting in the Council Hall was unimpressed at best – and it only took a few compelling notions in his Attuned bombardments for the rest of them to scurry – the predacious demands harsh and clear. Moments later he could snag at the remains of the makeshift hideaway, pulling away bits of debris, feathers, fur, and anything else the mice had managed to snag and entangle. Once that had been completed, he could move on to the rest of the baseboards.
Upon the courier’s instructions, the assistants and helpers worked together to forge a new path for the table, maneuvering it off to the side where it might be better suited, with some chairs and cabinets alike. Thereafter, Talyson might have noticed the amount of dust and debris settled over the area – an unfortunate impact of moving. Perhaps he’d be able to find an adequate means of cleaning up the newfound grime?
Despite the Evergreen’s inherent abilities and incantations, the plants lifted only slightly, as if too tired, too haggard, too withdrawn, and long since ignored. If one didn’t know any better, the flora might’ve even looked depressed and tired. Was there something else Evie could do – repotting, needing to be moved, or perhaps one more good dose of tender, loving care from those earthen enchantments?
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Deimos has compelled the rodents away, cleared out the nest, and is now continuing to restore the baseboards.
Talyson has moved the table with assistance, and now has quite a mess along the office.
Evie’s plants are less than impressed – is there something else she could do?
No post order!
Upon the courier’s instructions, the assistants and helpers worked together to forge a new path for the table, maneuvering it off to the side where it might be better suited, with some chairs and cabinets alike. Thereafter, Talyson might have noticed the amount of dust and debris settled over the area – an unfortunate impact of moving. Perhaps he’d be able to find an adequate means of cleaning up the newfound grime?
Despite the Evergreen’s inherent abilities and incantations, the plants lifted only slightly, as if too tired, too haggard, too withdrawn, and long since ignored. If one didn’t know any better, the flora might’ve even looked depressed and tired. Was there something else Evie could do – repotting, needing to be moved, or perhaps one more good dose of tender, loving care from those earthen enchantments?
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Deimos has compelled the rodents away, cleared out the nest, and is now continuing to restore the baseboards.
Talyson has moved the table with assistance, and now has quite a mess along the office.
Evie’s plants are less than impressed – is there something else she could do?
No post order!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
