DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Long strides swept along streets and settlements, a poised, savage path, striking upon morning light and cooler dawns, intentions outlined on his preferred trail. Without having to maneuver towards the infirmary, Amalia getting stronger and his quest coming to a close, he didn’t have to wind through other ordained routes and avenues, heading straight for the barracks. He could outline a few more thoughts and notions to defenses, sketch out several other diagrams, spend some hours training or assisting in others’, and then return to the Artisan’s Guild for a while, toiling away on responsibilities – moving as forward as he could without glancing back, without sinking, without carving his wake into carnivorous designs.Favored bow and quiver already on his back, blades on his belt, naught much else distracted him from his motives and agenda. Strength and defiance molded and sculpted their sway into his derision, into his precision, nodding at known inhabitants and passing individuals, no pause, no ceasing in step.
Except there seemed to be one lingering nearby, staring over at the barracks as the General approached. The beast was half-inclined to ignore, retain the nonchalant accords he was wholly accustomed to and familiar with, but the merest edges of curiosity scraped along his mind, and so he wandered passed, extending a nod and gruff salutation, “Morning,” before continuing on, the militia stronghold an insistent siren.
Unite and spread the heart apart
