Deimos
The Sword gave a direct nod to Luka; wholly unfamiliar with the lad, but respectful an polite nonetheless. Granting Alys only a smirk at her response, his attention was entirely on the noise thereafter, some amount of trepidation, and then a brief eyeroll, cast in the greenhouse’s direction. There were multitudes of what it could be, and his distinctions, machinations, and notions always pinpointed upon an animal or something else fallen, damned and due to make a mess.
Familiar with the layout, he meandered through and glanced around the options. Rather than place himself, or anyone else, immediately in harm’s way by poking his nose where it probably didn’t belong, he stood off to the side, and used his Air magic to lift the old bags of soil.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Air to lift the old bags of soil.
Familiar with the layout, he meandered through and glanced around the options. Rather than place himself, or anyone else, immediately in harm’s way by poking his nose where it probably didn’t belong, he stood off to the side, and used his Air magic to lift the old bags of soil.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Air to lift the old bags of soil.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
