Deimos
A quirk of a smile began again in the corner of his mouth, a shrug to his shoulders nearly forming again. “As long as you are not remiss in your loyalty or devotion,” then the herald probably wouldn’t mind. He couldn’t and wouldn’t speak for her – but by the way he’d heard, seen, and experienced her actions, Safrin struck him as one who enjoyed the thrall of being favored. And by the number of individuals cast about in their shared dream, it seemed she was doing well on the notions.
But then there was only magic and incantations, concentration and power, bursting and looming with golden entanglements and opportunities – power for power, and his brow furrowed as he nettled and needled, until it ultimately became exactly as Sah had requested. A stronger blade, worth its merits all over again.
Wiping his brow with the end of his sleeve, his gaze went back to the Abandoned. “May as well try it out,” motioning his jaw towards the line of targets nearby.
But then there was only magic and incantations, concentration and power, bursting and looming with golden entanglements and opportunities – power for power, and his brow furrowed as he nettled and needled, until it ultimately became exactly as Sah had requested. A stronger blade, worth its merits all over again.
Wiping his brow with the end of his sleeve, his gaze went back to the Abandoned. “May as well try it out,” motioning his jaw towards the line of targets nearby.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
