Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
If Noah was looking for a lifeline away from the Hollowed and broken world, he’d find it lacking in either Sword or Evergreen. “Do what you must in the Grounds. You know you have our support here, and can call upon us anytime.” Between the Sentinel’s abilities, and his compass, Deimos didn’t see too many trials and tribulations on that end – save for simply striving to pick up long, lost broken pieces. Fertile areas now late in the season..LongNight’s approach…all would have to be dealt with swiftly. In turn, Deimos was all the more grateful they’d long since figured out their own means and measures in those plights.As for their own land, the monolith jotted down a few more notes. “We will continue preparations for Deepfrost here. I can do several hunting expeditions and oversee storage.” The greenhouse would remain firm and steady, the public free to pick from the crops not damaged by their extreme weather.
And then reaching out to Torchline – diplomacy hadn’t been one of his strengths; often too concise and stoic. Knowing the other rulers put it in a slightly better aspects, but not by much. At Evie’s suggestion, he let out a quiet grumble, creating two straws in his hands, forgoing paired perfection for one of shorter and longer length. Holding them out, he permitted her to take the first, and when he opened his palm, he found the smaller means in his grasp. Striving not to make a face, he sighed and nodded, writing down more notes and fixtures. “Fine. I can pen something this afternoon.” Glancing back at his constituents, one brow arched, seemingly everything covered for the season, unless he was forgetting something. “Do we have anything else to discuss?”
