DEIMOS
Nodding towards Darkeye, Noah, and those gathered close by, he simply watched and waited, eyes scanning lights, the crowd, and anything else. In years past, the festival had seen an insurgence and revival of Ascended, and it seemed this one wasn’t going to be the same – with the way the war had struck its heavy blows.
Which, perhaps, was ironic, given who’d been selected.
But he felt no ill will – save for another missed opportunity that would come around again in the following year. Patting Noah on the shoulder, his gaze was drawn back to the muted glow of the lanterns, of those honored, depicted, and regarded. From there, he would remain until it was time to depart, taking the relics home.
Which, perhaps, was ironic, given who’d been selected.
But he felt no ill will – save for another missed opportunity that would come around again in the following year. Patting Noah on the shoulder, his gaze was drawn back to the muted glow of the lanterns, of those honored, depicted, and regarded. From there, he would remain until it was time to depart, taking the relics home.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
