[se] the way i see it

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

His mind became a series of machinations and considerations, all twisting, spiraling, contorting, and curling amidst themselves. Ideas fractured and fizzled, from being able to alter one’s scent, to masking it altogether, then realizing it likely would’ve taken far more power to create such an illusion. The Sword’s incantations were largely elemental – with some other crafty notions welled inside his veins – but he also didn’t want to place her in too close quarters. As long as her deceit was far more enticing to the ursur…

Brows furrowing, eyes narrowing, he stared over at the lumbering creature once more. “I can make some rocks for you to hide behind, and I will stay close by.” Any chance or opportunity the bear might take with her would be swiftly met with the Warden’s capabilities – though that was a last option and not a path he wanted to wander down instantly. He waited for her acceptance though, not rushing into things without the planning, methods, and motions in place.

DEIMOS