DEIMOS
Danta arrived as Deimos expected him too – slightly late and ostentatious. Once more he was reminded of Thranduil, ghosts from another world, and the wraiths dissipated on his answering snort. “I was being polite and waiting,” he insisted, with an arch of his brow, following the Ancient into the bar. Though he didn’t immediately venture to the stools themselves, quick scans and scrutinizing, analyzing the room, exalted for half a second before he claimed a space near the man. "You have done quite a bit with the place."
Ordering his preferred drink, he permitted another chuckle to loosen from his chest at the notions – his descriptions of Danta to others usually had something to do with said beartrap. An establishing character moment, as it were. “I do not, though Kiada may,” he offered with a slight grin, knowing how she operated; also a truth embedded within a joke. Straight to the point though, the Sword wasted no time in parallels and juxtapositions. “I did speak with Noah. He seemed to believe you were uncaring about the ongoing threats,” which again, hadn’t been his business, and incorrect, based on information Kiada had passed along. “And he had been trying to advise you,” though it sounded as if the instances had been far more than that.
Danta had his own council, after all – and they belonged amongst the Grounds. Shifting in his seat slightly, his eyes narrowed, for the conversation had been difficult when pinpointed and segmented into his and the Forsaken’s friendship – Deimos waiting for Noah to come around to the notions that he’d errored and made mistakes in his haste. “Regardless, I reminded him of proper conduct and behavior.” So, the Warden supposed, it would come down to Danta’s thoughts on the matter.
Ordering his preferred drink, he permitted another chuckle to loosen from his chest at the notions – his descriptions of Danta to others usually had something to do with said beartrap. An establishing character moment, as it were. “I do not, though Kiada may,” he offered with a slight grin, knowing how she operated; also a truth embedded within a joke. Straight to the point though, the Sword wasted no time in parallels and juxtapositions. “I did speak with Noah. He seemed to believe you were uncaring about the ongoing threats,” which again, hadn’t been his business, and incorrect, based on information Kiada had passed along. “And he had been trying to advise you,” though it sounded as if the instances had been far more than that.
Danta had his own council, after all – and they belonged amongst the Grounds. Shifting in his seat slightly, his eyes narrowed, for the conversation had been difficult when pinpointed and segmented into his and the Forsaken’s friendship – Deimos waiting for Noah to come around to the notions that he’d errored and made mistakes in his haste. “Regardless, I reminded him of proper conduct and behavior.” So, the Warden supposed, it would come down to Danta’s thoughts on the matter.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
