Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
After battles and tournaments, after births and renewals, perhaps the time was right for mischief and mayhem. A lighter, softer embrace of the world around them, rather than sinking and simmering into the what ifs and could-bes. He spent his days foraging for information amongst the missives, amidst the skirmishes and duels, alongside constituents – and then took the opportunity for the rest of Halo to breathe too.With Erebos strapped tightly to his chest in a well-created sling (and adequately bundled for the cold), the Sword and his companions made their way across the Citadel’s pathways, back towards the initial, wide-open outcroppings after the northern entrance and gate. It was the usual haunt for those coming and going, with enough space to justify the intentions and juvenility of the moment – posting a notice along the boards of the ridiculous, pending event, and letting the locals decide how they’d like to set up shop.
Some with hot cocoa stands, some with chairs, some with their own plans for hastening and partaking. “A fort first,” he told Erebos on a deep, but whispering rumble, as if it were a conspiracy rather than a basic plan. The babe gurgled in response, trying to move a fist outward before Deimos delicately placed the arm back within the sling. Belial hooted and hollered ahead, while Zuriel sighed, and construction began to take place through Mastered Earth wares, unfurling and unwinding in manifestations of a modest, snow castle.
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This is a Mini-Event SE for anyone who would like to participate in a snowball fight! Come build your fort, drink some hot cocoa, and get ready to be pummeled!
