Deimos
The only press of his machinations now, with this suspicious absence, was how the Greatwood might be damned or due to fester under no wake of leadership. It’d done so before, and been altered, nearly gone back to the wilds themselves, and while he supposed the Fae wouldn’t mind, there were still others within. Contemplating, because this wasn’t his jurisdiction nor his business, his nose wrinkled vaguely, brow furrowing ever so slightly. “She made it to the meeting.” He recalled her there, amidst the group of them, striving to try and figure out next steps and alterations. “Perhaps she was called away on demigod business.” Logical notions, and not unheard of.
But that meant there was still the issue of no authority, and he couldn’t, wouldn’t, attempt to solve that. If anything, he’d simply put the inquiries in Liam’s ear. “Is there no one available to take her place?”
But that meant there was still the issue of no authority, and he couldn’t, wouldn’t, attempt to solve that. If anything, he’d simply put the inquiries in Liam’s ear. “Is there no one available to take her place?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
