Deimos wrinkled his nose at both deer and cheerful murmurs, intending to give her yet another warning about the inherent, chaotic maelstrom that was Belial – but then the peryton did that well on his own. In a matter of moments he’d rampaged around the youth in a rapid circle, wings outstretched, bumping, imploring for more scratches, while hooting and hollering at the top of his deer lungs. The Sword withheld a sigh, but just barely.
Zuriel, for her part, remained entirely standoffish and indifferent, so Deimos gave her a firm pat on the neck and shook his head. Besides, other notions became clear, enough so that his attention hastened straight back to Sohalia. The Grounds could be a touchy subject for multitudes, and he could feel the inward crawl along his spine; memories never quite abandoned. [say]“I see,”[/say] and then arching his brow, remembering the reports on Sparkbirds and demolition, persisted. [say]“Did you avoid the war?” [/say]
Incapable of visiting Stormbreak himself, he couldn’t comment on the land, but some manner of discomfort disassembled at mentions of Halo, managing to crook some manner of a grin. [say]“What have you heard?”[/say]
Zuriel, for her part, remained entirely standoffish and indifferent, so Deimos gave her a firm pat on the neck and shook his head. Besides, other notions became clear, enough so that his attention hastened straight back to Sohalia. The Grounds could be a touchy subject for multitudes, and he could feel the inward crawl along his spine; memories never quite abandoned. [say]“I see,”[/say] and then arching his brow, remembering the reports on Sparkbirds and demolition, persisted. [say]“Did you avoid the war?” [/say]
Incapable of visiting Stormbreak himself, he couldn’t comment on the land, but some manner of discomfort disassembled at mentions of Halo, managing to crook some manner of a grin. [say]“What have you heard?”[/say]
