[PQ] (SE, Open) defrosting

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword presumed he’d never made much of good impressions, not in the way of his silence and quiet demeanor, but apparently he’d been wrong. An arch of his brow followed and flickered over those who accompanied his efforts, muffling a snort and the hints of a smile, then bowing his head, back to their work. Pleasantly surprised by how much they’d accomplished in a short while, the beast continued shoveling, the tool digging into the ground, lifting the snow away from its unwanted sanctions, a cyclical, muscle memory invocation to his methods. Then, perceiving faster, swifter notions, he cast movement and motion into earthen and water incantations, so perhaps while he maneuvered the particles, it did so seemingly on its own as well. -- Deimos continues shoveling, and tries to use his Mastered Earth and Water magic to move the snow too. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace