DEIMOS
While the Sword had no notion of planting benefits nor dividers or space fillers, he could ascertain its uses in more simplistic venues. “As long as it is useful and tastes good,” with a slight wrinkle to his nose, halfway tempted to elbow her in the ribs. Instead, he marched onward, through the fluid bend in the trail, until the shrine loomed ahead. Gnawing down the remaining portions of his grass, he idly broke off a stem of a branch nearby, some other mischievous plan lurking in his mind. Juvenile at best.
But the inquiry made him pause in his other machinations for the time being, so he ended up twirling the stick between his fingers. “I am not certain. These were not any mountains I recognized.” And he’d known the Basin like the back of his own hand – from every stone and particle of snow. The same could be said of Halo’s reaches, and though he’d only marched through the Draig in glimpses of war, he would’ve been able to signify their presence. With a touch of teasing in his tones, his head raised back up, a boyish hint in the slate of his gaze. “You can always snoop and see for yourself.”
But the inquiry made him pause in his other machinations for the time being, so he ended up twirling the stick between his fingers. “I am not certain. These were not any mountains I recognized.” And he’d known the Basin like the back of his own hand – from every stone and particle of snow. The same could be said of Halo’s reaches, and though he’d only marched through the Draig in glimpses of war, he would’ve been able to signify their presence. With a touch of teasing in his tones, his head raised back up, a boyish hint in the slate of his gaze. “You can always snoop and see for yourself.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
