DEIMOS
Perhaps the gathered individuals surrounding them put him more at ease; away from the somberness of the occasion and more into attention to those pervading the sequences. Not that he would ever readily admit that. To Fox, he smiled in courtesy, his eyes flickering briefly to Kiada to see, given the other Ancient’s response, she still hadn’t found any medicine for his current afflictions. Not giving the game away, his attention deviated back to the fellow monster hunter. “I am well. Good luck traveling home soon.”
He squeezed Evie’s hand again, likely in support for the both of them, inclining his head in Ronin’s direction as there were other sentiments and comments to be shared. Not here, but enough to cause of an arch of a brow and a well-meaning glance towards the Evergreen after all the glowing compliments.
Then there were other events taking shape – the raggedy herald making its appearance, and a lantern chosen amongst them. Usually stoic and composed, he couldn’t help the sudden intake of breath as Kiada was picked from the lot – as Rexanna’s lantern spun into the air, and the Penumbra appeared, resplendent and effervescent as she’d always been.
Eyes widening, he took her in – the world of regrets, cataclysms, and loss spinning under his feet again – but he wasn’t going to sink and he wasn’t going to fall apart. Instead, all the shock turned to a bright grin, and a hidden dash of his eyes in case anyone else saw; because at the very least, she’d made it to Mort. Kiada had seen her mother once more. And that would be enough.
He squeezed Evie’s hand again, likely in support for the both of them, inclining his head in Ronin’s direction as there were other sentiments and comments to be shared. Not here, but enough to cause of an arch of a brow and a well-meaning glance towards the Evergreen after all the glowing compliments.
Then there were other events taking shape – the raggedy herald making its appearance, and a lantern chosen amongst them. Usually stoic and composed, he couldn’t help the sudden intake of breath as Kiada was picked from the lot – as Rexanna’s lantern spun into the air, and the Penumbra appeared, resplendent and effervescent as she’d always been.
Eyes widening, he took her in – the world of regrets, cataclysms, and loss spinning under his feet again – but he wasn’t going to sink and he wasn’t going to fall apart. Instead, all the shock turned to a bright grin, and a hidden dash of his eyes in case anyone else saw; because at the very least, she’d made it to Mort. Kiada had seen her mother once more. And that would be enough.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
