(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Letters received, and with some residual apprehension in place due to Kiada’s own Ancient circumstances, the Sword came laden with his hands full of torches as well. Escorting her through the Citadel might have looked comical at best, but he’d always put safety and security on the pedestal of his responsibilities, and with Halo in less shambles, destruction, and chaos than before, he could safeguard and shepherd her along to the Fangs. If his strides were long and purposefully swift, he made no mention of it. As soon as they embarked upon the Tundra he enshrouded leagues of fire around her, a surrounding and pervading purpose, nearly like a cloak, never quite touching but providing and presiding with heat, with a long sigh to accompany her inquiry. “You can hunt from the springs, probably,” he murmured, half-jokingly. “What were you hoping to grab?” Especially since it had to be alive – he’d encountered plenty that had no regrets in seeking to assault and maim. Keeping them in existence would be a more difficult task for him, who’d readily seethed and sieged upon the disturbing creatures at any opportunity. Glancing along the entrance to the open-air caverns, Deimos eventually rounded his gaze back to her, the slight reticence slipping over his features more of a habitual feature; a safeguard against the frustrations, weariness, and exhaustion. “Better now. Alys and I have already retrieved several off the tundra and new bay,” gesturing back to the reservoir clinging to the banks of the Citadel. He’d probably have to do it again soon. “Emergency shelter is nearly done, and improvements to the infirmary too. Then there is just the general repair work, and hunting some of these creatures down.” Which they’d accomplished in their own land, and Torchline, but there was clearly more to be done. “How are the Grounds holding up?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace