Deimos
“We were never certain on their location.” Not when they only arrived on the eaves of the frost, in the chill of the evening, when rapacious edges all turned dim and black. “There have been some theories about underground.” But then he shrugged, entirely uncertain, and no longer willing to bombard his way through the dirt to see if the speculation proved valid. Not when his dedication had long since ceased to the Grounds, and not when there were hordes of other means to accomplish in a land he cherished. “Likely wise of you.” It wasn’t Darkeye’s responsibility either.
That the smith had no intentions of staying in that threshold anyway meant notions of preparations could change and alter. “You are going to construct this all during Deepfrost?” His head tilted, features indicating a level of uncertainty; but he’d be impressed if the man could pull it off.
That the smith had no intentions of staying in that threshold anyway meant notions of preparations could change and alter. “You are going to construct this all during Deepfrost?” His head tilted, features indicating a level of uncertainty; but he’d be impressed if the man could pull it off.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
