to stand out in the cold

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame As the season altered into another, and information came through from various incidents, the semblances and plans he’d sketched out from various machinations went into play. From trebuchets to cannons to potential for expanding on their healing water prowess, each played a part, and could be vital for the future. Above all, Deimos was set on ensuring Halo’s safety; and given the magnitude of their growing army, he had no misgivings on lending them some aid and further prowess for whatever laid ahead. So he pressed towards the Citadel’s shrine early in the morning, when the air was still crisp as Deepfrost fought to let Flowerbirth have its moment – another nuance he’d be keeping in the forefront of his mind. Regardless, his attention would be solely on his region and favored herald, permitting the extension of his fire incantations to ripple through and light any dwindling candles; beginning to bow his head as he laid out the offerings. The first were handled diligently and with meticulous care, placing the glassy, inlaid work of stained-glass windows with Safrin’s outline, the cosmos, and the stars, alongside the tabernacle. Then the rest came: bundled cloaks of midnight hues and delicately woven with constellations of silver thread, bracelets contorted and made with her inspiration. Thereafter, he loosened a breath, beginning to orchestrate the deep rumbles of his voice, and Halo’s impending request. “Safrin, I hope things are well for you. Would it be feasible for Halo to create guards made from our plentiful snow?” In case she wasn’t certain of what he meant, he unfurled a layer of watery droplets to cascade into formation and images; gargoyle-like figures placed upon Citadel walls or streamlined into the town or amidst their surroundings, capable of ensuring the shelter and sanctity of their kingdom. -- This is an RQ request for Halo to Safrin for abominable snowman guards. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace