DEIMOS
The Sword had been without amusements in so many other parameters, that he had no qualms about sharing them now. Even if they were silly, ridiculous, and juvenile, the work was still completed, forged along, with enough ice to fulfill the needs of their quest, and then some. With rounds of promised drinks circumventing down the line, he shook his head and smiled, persisting in helping with the loading of the ice, either by raw power or air incantations.And once everything was complete, he allowed a long sigh, a breath of relief. “Good work, everyone. We can head back.” Patting the nearest sled, drivers, occupants, and fellow citizens could hasten onward, making the journey home.
{FIN}
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
