[Training] fade to indigo

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

The fog prevailed, a shift in design; purposefully obstructing views upon his side. He surveyed as magic encroached and shifted his way regardless, the laughter warring through as lightning sparked and fire flew. Some elements he took entirely on his own, snagging them with mastery and control and whipping them back to their orchestrators with tenacity and amusement. Some he deftly avoided with a quick duck and a swerve to the left or right, before unfurling another bout of earth to shake the ground beneath them, to startle the highly trained and skilled.

But he didn’t know what to do with Noah stepping nearby.

The celestial stag bounded and he could hear multitudes gathered within the mist grumble or shift, striving to get out of range of the light bearing down upon them. That was the easy part. This silence, this lack of communication though...

He didn’t reach for the bond. He didn’t scour over the senses of either Attuned fixture. The Warden was aware on where he stood amidst the conundrums, mistakes, errors, and continued lack of responsibility by the Forsaken. If Noah wanted to say something, he’d best do it, rather than linger on and hope for some other conclusion.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls