No temple, not really, not like the one boasted within the city walls. This instead seemed to be an endless menagerie of creatures great and small, with interloping gardens, and twists and turns of twilight. A remarkable and serene place to regard, away from the reaches of misplaced abhorrence, and Deimos had half a mind to return here at some point, maybe show Evie when the world and moments were more settled. Perhaps he might’ve preferred to worship in these sorts of graces, rather than a cold and empty building.
He followed Sah along the path though, gaze scattering and tracing in multiple directions. Analytical to a fault, it was intriguing to be able to breathe and feel the tranquility, rather than preside amidst constant trepidation. A semblance of wonder, amidst everything else. “This is nice,” he murmured, eyes going to the water gardens, the flowers, and the amount of gifts already placed.
Taking the opportunity, he rifled through his bag, intending to grab hold of two sets of offerings – one specifically for Ludo, and the other for Safrin.
He followed Sah along the path though, gaze scattering and tracing in multiple directions. Analytical to a fault, it was intriguing to be able to breathe and feel the tranquility, rather than preside amidst constant trepidation. A semblance of wonder, amidst everything else. “This is nice,” he murmured, eyes going to the water gardens, the flowers, and the amount of gifts already placed.
Taking the opportunity, he rifled through his bag, intending to grab hold of two sets of offerings – one specifically for Ludo, and the other for Safrin.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
