DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“It takes time to figure out where to go in life,” he shrugged, because natural occurrences often guided them through struggles, hardships, goals, and purposes. Just as Sohalia had found connections with exploration, with unfurling and uncovering the world around her, he’d adjusted to protection, sheltering, and guarding at a young age – persistent throughout each life and year. “At least many can be accessed by skyship,” shortening her routes and travels tremendously.
The others…she’d have to manage in other ways. Head tilting vaguely, an insinuation of machinations, networks, thoughts, and patterns snaking their way through his mind, he tapped on a drawing, outlines of land. “Have you considered making maps? There are quite a few travelers who would want something similar.” Domains marked with scrawls of notes and details, hints and deliberations.
The others…she’d have to manage in other ways. Head tilting vaguely, an insinuation of machinations, networks, thoughts, and patterns snaking their way through his mind, he tapped on a drawing, outlines of land. “Have you considered making maps? There are quite a few travelers who would want something similar.” Domains marked with scrawls of notes and details, hints and deliberations.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
