who we are and all that we're trying to be
Patient, forbearing, and tolerant, the beast continued to merely exist as the General, for however long it was damned and due to last. His eyes caught the nuances, the subtle, slow rise of the rock, notching a half-smile in the corner of his mouth, as it finally came to fruition. The stone marched thereafter, until it seemed Sah’s limits had been stretched, dropping back upon the ground with no echo, no thud, nothing more than miniscule motions in the snow. “Well done,” and he mustered a grin for the other man’s efforts too. “It will grow less and less difficult the more you practice. Even for a few minutes at a time.”
There he paused, realizing the Abandoned would need time to recuperate his fortitude and endurance. “Take a break,” either by walking, by breathing, or merely sitting upon the snow. The Sword presumed Sah could at least manage that on his own.
Meanwhile, Deimos set up proportions for the next iteration. Advancing only slightly, and pushing the decoy stone off to the side, the beast manifested a measure of water contortions – until they formed a puddle. Quickly, efficiently, the incantations drenched an impressive amount of snow, casting it drenched, soused, and melted; an upcoming conduit.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
