I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He couldn’t help the snort drifting through his lungs and chest at the statement – considering what the Ascended had done in their intervals there. It was difficult to not be bitter and rancorous about it, even after years since living in its midst. Tossing a chunk of wood to follow its brethren into the sled, he waited for her decision about visiting – the notions too haunting for the moment. He glanced her way, to watch, study, scrutinize, pondering over anything else hidden and lurking, nodding just the same. “All right.”
The Sword took another few moments where only the sounds of the timber hitting the side of the vessel echoed, before imparting the slightest, lightest, of grins. “Safrin visited her followers in a dream the other night.” There’d been quite of few of them too – with Deimos recognizing most, though not the mer. “Healed us,” and here he pulled back portions of his furs and coat, to reveal the Core’s circuitry gone, with only a few constellation-like freckles in its place along neck and shoulder. “Told us about another god too. Have you heard of the Ancients? Or Dygra?"
The Sword took another few moments where only the sounds of the timber hitting the side of the vessel echoed, before imparting the slightest, lightest, of grins. “Safrin visited her followers in a dream the other night.” There’d been quite of few of them too – with Deimos recognizing most, though not the mer. “Healed us,” and here he pulled back portions of his furs and coat, to reveal the Core’s circuitry gone, with only a few constellation-like freckles in its place along neck and shoulder. “Told us about another god too. Have you heard of the Ancients? Or Dygra?"
DEIMOS
