Deimos
“Along the top,” he murmured and echoed as she pinpointed the issue – and he paused, steadily glancing over, before beginning to sketch a few light additions to the top, uncertain about which, but the foundations were there on ivory wings and feathers, not unlike a snow owl.
And he talked while he worked, memory and foundations working hand in hand, stroke for stroke. “It was very patient with me too. I had a lot of questions about some family that I was missing. I did not know their whereabouts at the time, and…,” he shrugged – the presumption being that he’d gone to ensure either Ru or Kiada at that time had been with Mort. To still have them years later was another godsend – or miracle – he couldn’t pinpoint which.
Ceasing again to sigh and tilt his head at the framework, he persisted in the other inquiries – still surprised she wanted to know more. “The bone cuffs allow me to communicate with the other wearer no matter the distance.” Convenient, and nearly a necessity, when war had separated the two Wardens. “I had to get a wishbone from an animal I killed, claw from an Ursur, and antlers from a luxere.” Which the Sword hadn’t been bothered about – but half-wondered if it made Alys squeamish to imagine.
And he talked while he worked, memory and foundations working hand in hand, stroke for stroke. “It was very patient with me too. I had a lot of questions about some family that I was missing. I did not know their whereabouts at the time, and…,” he shrugged – the presumption being that he’d gone to ensure either Ru or Kiada at that time had been with Mort. To still have them years later was another godsend – or miracle – he couldn’t pinpoint which.
Ceasing again to sigh and tilt his head at the framework, he persisted in the other inquiries – still surprised she wanted to know more. “The bone cuffs allow me to communicate with the other wearer no matter the distance.” Convenient, and nearly a necessity, when war had separated the two Wardens. “I had to get a wishbone from an animal I killed, claw from an Ursur, and antlers from a luxere.” Which the Sword hadn’t been bothered about – but half-wondered if it made Alys squeamish to imagine.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
