DEIMOS
The twig rotated through his fingers, as if it were a staff or blade, rather than a piece of broken wood. Contemplating, surveying, and biding his time, they tread further down the path, where the brambles seemed pushed aside by other pilgrimages and travelers, the shrine all the more apparent and outlined against the trees. Significantly altered and different from the last one he’d seen for Ghilio – if the well and desert surroundings could’ve been called that – only returning from his musing thoughts at her tease with another earned wrinkle of his nose and some devilish decorum.
His thoughts mulled at the inquiry though, but not enough to persuade him to cease with flicking the stick by her ear. “I have not heard of any negativity towards them.” At least not from the heralds; maybe they believed if humans were foolish enough to call upon Eirachi (and multiple times over scores of centuries – so that Halo now looked as it did), then it was their own fault. “Maybe they do not wish to interfere?” That the seasons were not like the Voice – made and honed from similar aspects to themselves, rather than Cores and technology meant to wound, mar, and blemish. “Or do not feel the need.” From what he understood of Tanau, the fiery youth was strong, but kind. Eirachi was a league of her own, and Mathair would’ve gnawed on anyone and anything. Ghilio remained an enigma.
His thoughts mulled at the inquiry though, but not enough to persuade him to cease with flicking the stick by her ear. “I have not heard of any negativity towards them.” At least not from the heralds; maybe they believed if humans were foolish enough to call upon Eirachi (and multiple times over scores of centuries – so that Halo now looked as it did), then it was their own fault. “Maybe they do not wish to interfere?” That the seasons were not like the Voice – made and honed from similar aspects to themselves, rather than Cores and technology meant to wound, mar, and blemish. “Or do not feel the need.” From what he understood of Tanau, the fiery youth was strong, but kind. Eirachi was a league of her own, and Mathair would’ve gnawed on anyone and anything. Ghilio remained an enigma.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
