DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Sensible or not, though Deimos strived to lean towards the latter, the reasons seemed quality enough for her to relinquish the notions, and he meandered his attention back to the targets for a moment. He watched as she tried and tested, as the arrow rallied and zipped but ultimately missed – and he purposefully maneuvered the makeshift effigy to the left, with an ease in his magic and command. No tease or advice yet; the presumption that it had been some time since she’d practiced stayed in the back of his mind.
Any notions on Dygra seemed to be just that – simple and finite, drawn from one to another, and much the same as everyone else he’d asked. “I have not heard anything untoward,” and he shrugged his shoulders, uncertain where the chaotic brethren fit in amongst the other deities. At the very least, Safrin had ensured she wasn’t the latest and greatest villain. “Will you ask for something?”
Any notions on Dygra seemed to be just that – simple and finite, drawn from one to another, and much the same as everyone else he’d asked. “I have not heard anything untoward,” and he shrugged his shoulders, uncertain where the chaotic brethren fit in amongst the other deities. At the very least, Safrin had ensured she wasn’t the latest and greatest villain. “Will you ask for something?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
