George
George backed away from the building, watching as the eagle-Deimos picked and pulled at the spider silk, one hand lifted to shield his eyes against the glare of the sun. It was strange to watch the Warden shift back into a man, balancing precariously along the roof. His brows raised at the number of shifts. "That must be interesting," he said, going back to his work, tugging more webs away from the lower parts of the building. "What's your favorite?"
As for himself, George said, "No, I'm nothing special - just a regular Accepted. I wish I did have a shift, or maybe magic. It seems like it would be useful." Maybe one of these days, he would ask the gods for a blessing. As soon as he decided which god to approach.
As for himself, George said, "No, I'm nothing special - just a regular Accepted. I wish I did have a shift, or maybe magic. It seems like it would be useful." Maybe one of these days, he would ask the gods for a blessing. As soon as he decided which god to approach.
