DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos wouldn’t judge Alys’s reaction – he’d been much the same before. Bitter, rancorous, defiant against the deities for a multitude of reasons. But he’d still held his head high, and tried again and again and again until he was rewarded for his efforts, cultivated and orchestrated his magic across the lands, and never felt one moment of shame for liberating, rescuing, or mauling in necessity. “Not all the gods share the same sentiment, and times are changing.” He, amongst many others, were going to make sure of it.With a deep rumble, he considered his words carefully, piercing gaze pinpointing straight at Alys. “Halo would not have the opportunities, nor the growth, without Frey’s influence.” It went for the greenhouse, where they could grow their own crops and produce without dire need for trade. It went for the alteration in temperatures, so they could continue to survive. It went to even the hot springs, laden for comfort. It went to the weaponry and defenses instilled, to ensure his people were safe.
But his head tilted, vague again, pondering if he’d errored somewhere. “If you are uncomfortable with it, you do not have to participate.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
