I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Patience had been instilled within his mind from childhood; until eventually juvenile impulses only gave way when he was teasing and taunting his loved ones. Strength and power took time, and if it flickered into everyone so readily, it wouldn’t be so difficult to surmise across countries and kingdoms. Determination and skill were fostered by mind, body, and soul, and he could only extend advice to those willing to snag and utilize it for themselves.
So he waited, that modicum of forbearance and tenacity, diligently removing the gate from the mauled, gnarled hinges, and leaning it against the walls. He might’ve expected something else from the stranger, so the inquiry gave him an adequate pause as he returned to the edges and fringes, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing. “Practice and train with it so that it may grow.” Little bits and pieces first, conjuring minor trickery and deceits, before it could loom large and beckoning. Though he wasn’t the sort to compel such incantations, known more for his brute force and elemental bludgeoning, he’d seen and experienced enough to see how the guile could be beneficial. Another rumble followed, with the inkling of a smile curling in the corner of his mouth. “Use it to fool my opponents and enemies.”
And then a casual shrug shifted through his shoulders, before his creation magic began again, a gilded glow settling around his palms. “What do you want to do with it?”
So he waited, that modicum of forbearance and tenacity, diligently removing the gate from the mauled, gnarled hinges, and leaning it against the walls. He might’ve expected something else from the stranger, so the inquiry gave him an adequate pause as he returned to the edges and fringes, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing. “Practice and train with it so that it may grow.” Little bits and pieces first, conjuring minor trickery and deceits, before it could loom large and beckoning. Though he wasn’t the sort to compel such incantations, known more for his brute force and elemental bludgeoning, he’d seen and experienced enough to see how the guile could be beneficial. Another rumble followed, with the inkling of a smile curling in the corner of his mouth. “Use it to fool my opponents and enemies.”
And then a casual shrug shifted through his shoulders, before his creation magic began again, a gilded glow settling around his palms. “What do you want to do with it?”
DEIMOS
