I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Adjusting his stance and weight to remain evenly placed and balanced, he began picking at more strands and tossing them downward. They made quiet revolutions and turns, before softly landing amidst the other piles below, eyes flickering momentarily from the threads to George, and back again. “Eagle was my first, so that is favored, but so is the hellhound.” For all its power, liberation, and freedom – the fire plumes beneath darkened fur. At that, he gave a soft smirk, before returning to the current, ridiculous project.
George being Accepted caused another arch of his brow, pondering something else in the midst, like the yearning for magic. “But you are favored by the gods,” he answered with another brief snicker; since Abandoned certainly weren’t. “And can summon them.” Along with blessed items - they seemed to have a lot of positive outcomes and outlooks. "Do you follow any in particular?"
George being Accepted caused another arch of his brow, pondering something else in the midst, like the yearning for magic. “But you are favored by the gods,” he answered with another brief snicker; since Abandoned certainly weren’t. “And can summon them.” Along with blessed items - they seemed to have a lot of positive outcomes and outlooks. "Do you follow any in particular?"
DEIMOS
