I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Sword wouldn’t know anything about a sheltered life; not with how he was born and raised, and continued to grow and prosper under the weight and mantle of warrior prowess. But not everyone had the same angle to livelihoods, and so while Sohalia might have been stunned by the way the world churned and burned over and over again, Deimos faced the chaos in his own pragmatic and survivalist methods. He protected and maintained, but knew the weight of the damning bedlam all around them; aimed to ease the burden by taking the brunt of it all on his shoulders. Halo persisted because that was who they were on foundational, stalwart, and determined levels; they would overcome it, just as they done before and after the war.
It was the in between, the near future, that bothered him more so.
With no information on the alterations pending from Stormbreak, the Warden nodded. Perhaps they remained untouched, just as they had been from the latest event, based on their topography. As the silence loomed, he continued to lead them to the infirmary doors, and began unloading while the Heart eventually talked, meandering out of her own thoughts. “The Greatwood has been very quiet lately. I am not certain anyone has taken on leading there.” Normally, it might’ve worried him, but Phoebe had a tendency to disappear, and the land itself seemed to absorb back into the surroundings quickly, easily; the Fae probably preferred it to everything else. “I can always send more that way, if need be.”
It was the in between, the near future, that bothered him more so.
With no information on the alterations pending from Stormbreak, the Warden nodded. Perhaps they remained untouched, just as they had been from the latest event, based on their topography. As the silence loomed, he continued to lead them to the infirmary doors, and began unloading while the Heart eventually talked, meandering out of her own thoughts. “The Greatwood has been very quiet lately. I am not certain anyone has taken on leading there.” Normally, it might’ve worried him, but Phoebe had a tendency to disappear, and the land itself seemed to absorb back into the surroundings quickly, easily; the Fae probably preferred it to everything else. “I can always send more that way, if need be.”
DEIMOS
