DEIMOS
“That would make sense,” and he shrugged; pondering if drawing the lines within the sand, and Frey’s rather unbiased view of the world, leant and bent to more seeking out the dual-natured herald. The war could’ve ensured more sought their favor, especially for those who remained entirely ensure of their stature in the midst, even as it loomed ever closer.
But the reaction thereafter caused a slight reticence; if only because he had no intention of laying out damaging courses and making the situations worse. She had a right to know, and it was a battle of wills between his protective streak, the necessity of communication, and ensuing conundrums contorting over his brows and gaze. Nor did he want it to be like a list, with one unrelenting motion to the next, snagging and snarling at the threat of overwhelming dispositions.
At least the first notions wouldn’t be so bad, and he could release some of the tension lining his shoulders, drawing deeper into his senses as his own earth incantations sought the creature they were looking for, beneath the surface of dirt and soil. “I went to see Safrin. Got my armor, and she gave me another shift too.” A light smile followed, as if to place that before all the other nuances damned and doomed to come. “Not sure what it is yet. Have not tried it.” Just that it was massive, curled in amongst the rest of his forms; not entirely restless, but a behemoth and monolithic presence all the same.
But the reaction thereafter caused a slight reticence; if only because he had no intention of laying out damaging courses and making the situations worse. She had a right to know, and it was a battle of wills between his protective streak, the necessity of communication, and ensuing conundrums contorting over his brows and gaze. Nor did he want it to be like a list, with one unrelenting motion to the next, snagging and snarling at the threat of overwhelming dispositions.
At least the first notions wouldn’t be so bad, and he could release some of the tension lining his shoulders, drawing deeper into his senses as his own earth incantations sought the creature they were looking for, beneath the surface of dirt and soil. “I went to see Safrin. Got my armor, and she gave me another shift too.” A light smile followed, as if to place that before all the other nuances damned and doomed to come. “Not sure what it is yet. Have not tried it.” Just that it was massive, curled in amongst the rest of his forms; not entirely restless, but a behemoth and monolithic presence all the same.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
