DEIMOS
Giving a grin at the spark of interest ignited all over again, he took the moment to savor the notes, then reach into his bag, pulling out the glass jar and its containments of sweetgrass, kept readily alive and available due to his earthen incantations. Passing it over for her inspection, he persisted on the path, closing the satchel as he spoke. “We did not taste it. Wanted you to examine it first.” Deimos had learned over the years the vast amount of ways Caido could threaten one’s life, and he wouldn’t put it past any kind of vegetation meant to lure others in by sweet aromas. “Found it at the bottom of the rise. Near the Labyrinth.” So close one could see hedgerows and vines rearranging themselves, or anyone bold enough to enter.
As for the Fae and their carnivorous endeavors, he gave another light snort, a tease to follow through, striving to find another segment away from the trauma. “Are you saying Remi and I were inferior material?” His brow arched, head tilting vaguely in her direction, waiting to see how she contorted. "She seemed content when we distracted her with gore crows instead." Pausing, considering, and proffering, as he always did, came along his low tones once more. "Found some interesting pools in the Greenwood too."
As for the Fae and their carnivorous endeavors, he gave another light snort, a tease to follow through, striving to find another segment away from the trauma. “Are you saying Remi and I were inferior material?” His brow arched, head tilting vaguely in her direction, waiting to see how she contorted. "She seemed content when we distracted her with gore crows instead." Pausing, considering, and proffering, as he always did, came along his low tones once more. "Found some interesting pools in the Greenwood too."
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
