DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Considering how many Outlanders, from many walks of life, had been peeled and absconded away from their homes at behest of the Voice, he could only agree with her first sentiment. How they would manage to come into this land, without the former New God’s assistance, was also something that snagged at the edges of his mind – amidst of number of inquiries without answers.
As for the other question, he could only hazard a few guesses, as he’d never been one to presume Safrin’s stance or measures on anything. “Maybe out of caution for everyone else.” An altruistic semblance nonetheless, his eyes rested on the stove, flickering back and forth between the kettle and the food cooking, snagging at a plate and a spatula to begin placing the eggs down for their breakfast.
He wasn’t without ideas though, at least on the part of their regional quest. “I have some other thoughts about what to do over Deepfrost,” amidst the journals in their study. “Like a defensive addition to the dome,” protecting them from the coldest portions of their chosen climate. A long sigh filtered through, and he nodded, before his gaze landed on bacon and sausages, flipping those over again, the crackling appeasing him for a moment. “Most likely. She wanted us to think carefully on how we made use of the lands. Especially if conflict is coming.”
As for the other question, he could only hazard a few guesses, as he’d never been one to presume Safrin’s stance or measures on anything. “Maybe out of caution for everyone else.” An altruistic semblance nonetheless, his eyes rested on the stove, flickering back and forth between the kettle and the food cooking, snagging at a plate and a spatula to begin placing the eggs down for their breakfast.
He wasn’t without ideas though, at least on the part of their regional quest. “I have some other thoughts about what to do over Deepfrost,” amidst the journals in their study. “Like a defensive addition to the dome,” protecting them from the coldest portions of their chosen climate. A long sigh filtered through, and he nodded, before his gaze landed on bacon and sausages, flipping those over again, the crackling appeasing him for a moment. “Most likely. She wanted us to think carefully on how we made use of the lands. Especially if conflict is coming.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
