DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The rain persisted, slowing to a dismal shower, keeping a majority of the heat away. It was a blessin to work while they could, and the droplets started to reveal more and more of things left amidst the piles.
Enough for the Sword to be amused instead of constantly wary and apprehensive of distant rumbles, though he often paused to listen, to narrow his eyes, and to glance along the horizon. Which meant he caught Evie’s narrowed eyes and pinpointed affections, and with a seditious shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, the glint of his boyish grin still in place. “Semantics.”
But Noah, for instance, would be able to spot strange etching scrawled across one of his longer femur artifacts – not breaking, not falling apart, but strange and intriguing nonetheless. What could it mean? What could it be? And why, out here in the middle of the desert?
Alys and Evie had their own curiosities intermingling – and so as both Abandoned ladies reached for the bronze, silver, and gold, they’d find…utensils! One very nice butter knife, one spoon, and one that could be considered a spork…given the bizarre shape.
Placing the bones in his bag, he figured there would be more elsewhere, and to tackle them now, while the wrath of the warmth was still held at bay. “We can go over there now. Then we should have enough.” He pointed to another large jumble of bones some yards away, though those didn’t seem to be assembled into much of anything but chaos.
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Noah has found etched writing on one of his femur bones!
Alys and Evie have found utensils left behind! Neat!
Move towards the next bone site! No post order!
Enough for the Sword to be amused instead of constantly wary and apprehensive of distant rumbles, though he often paused to listen, to narrow his eyes, and to glance along the horizon. Which meant he caught Evie’s narrowed eyes and pinpointed affections, and with a seditious shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, the glint of his boyish grin still in place. “Semantics.”
But Noah, for instance, would be able to spot strange etching scrawled across one of his longer femur artifacts – not breaking, not falling apart, but strange and intriguing nonetheless. What could it mean? What could it be? And why, out here in the middle of the desert?
Alys and Evie had their own curiosities intermingling – and so as both Abandoned ladies reached for the bronze, silver, and gold, they’d find…utensils! One very nice butter knife, one spoon, and one that could be considered a spork…given the bizarre shape.
Placing the bones in his bag, he figured there would be more elsewhere, and to tackle them now, while the wrath of the warmth was still held at bay. “We can go over there now. Then we should have enough.” He pointed to another large jumble of bones some yards away, though those didn’t seem to be assembled into much of anything but chaos.
--
Noah has found etched writing on one of his femur bones!
Alys and Evie have found utensils left behind! Neat!
Move towards the next bone site! No post order!
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
