The Chaff
A sip of his icewater. It was quiet in the garden. Quiet contemplation even amongst the ruins. Butterflies now played in the flowers that remained from the destruction. Ants crawled across the melted flagstones. Too soon for plants to be sprouting in charred ground.
Stronger than before. Better. After the burning, it would be better.
Such was the way of everything, including the world itself. A grin as he sipped his icewater.
Fire.
His delicate hand coursed through his damp hair. A slight sigh as he waited for Nita to return, she would, of course. Asmodean was close to being at Shayol Ghul, surely. Even he would not dawdle under such circumstances.
Fire, indeed.
Stronger than before. Better. After the burning, it would be better.
Such was the way of everything, including the world itself. A grin as he sipped his icewater.
Fire.
His delicate hand coursed through his damp hair. A slight sigh as he waited for Nita to return, she would, of course. Asmodean was close to being at Shayol Ghul, surely. Even he would not dawdle under such circumstances.
Fire, indeed.