DEIMOS
Despite his intense dislike of the desert, the Climb didn’t hold the same level of abhorrence for the Sword. He presumed, perhaps, it was due to his penchant for fire, the flames and embers chasing through his veins. Or other multitudes of memories firmly defiant against anything loathsome. He’d already been here several times over the season, either for guild work, mining, or other curiosities taking hold when he had a moment’s notice.
Already pulling his hair away from his neck in its residual, makeshift bun, he strode behind the Evergreen slightly, piercing eyes flickering over the surroundings, before grinning at her disgruntled state. Peeling back the sleeves of his tunic to roll them well past his forearms, he arched a brow, earth incantations already searching for the inevitable too. “Could be worse,” like Hak Etme, or the Feverlands. “Not every task can coincide with a vacation,” and he snickered, anticipating some kind of grumpy response.
Already pulling his hair away from his neck in its residual, makeshift bun, he strode behind the Evergreen slightly, piercing eyes flickering over the surroundings, before grinning at her disgruntled state. Peeling back the sleeves of his tunic to roll them well past his forearms, he arched a brow, earth incantations already searching for the inevitable too. “Could be worse,” like Hak Etme, or the Feverlands. “Not every task can coincide with a vacation,” and he snickered, anticipating some kind of grumpy response.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
