It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Noah’s apprehension inclined on tangible threads, and though Deimos understood it, he couldn’t let it root and fester along his own spine and ribs. The Fangs gave him cause for concern on their merits alone: dragons, labyrinthine qualities, frost giants, and a litany of other possibilities from rambling down vacant and consuming corridors. That he could overpower a majority of these things only dissuaded him momentarily – because there were always others to worry about.
Taking a deep breath, he maneuvered away from Sah and Noah, grateful for the former’s wake in relieving some of the Sentinel’s worry. For his part, the Sword was looking for any portion slightly dipped already, where they wouldn’t have to dig as far, where water might be unearthed and reheated, or where they’d be able to ensure some semblance of security in their surroundings.
Though he could easily, fluidly, conduct conversation with Noah via the Attuned bond, Sah wouldn’t be able to receive the same notations. So, he cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting into the icy warren, listening to the rumbling tones echo off of stone. “See anything?”
Taking a deep breath, he maneuvered away from Sah and Noah, grateful for the former’s wake in relieving some of the Sentinel’s worry. For his part, the Sword was looking for any portion slightly dipped already, where they wouldn’t have to dig as far, where water might be unearthed and reheated, or where they’d be able to ensure some semblance of security in their surroundings.
Though he could easily, fluidly, conduct conversation with Noah via the Attuned bond, Sah wouldn’t be able to receive the same notations. So, he cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting into the icy warren, listening to the rumbling tones echo off of stone. “See anything?”
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
