(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “We have the frostblooms,” he rumbled, a wrinkle to his nose indicating his irritation and annoyance with their existence all over again. “I already learned not to touch those.” And given Kiada’s current state and high risk in this land, the warning went for both of them. “Should be able to dig one out. Do you have something to put it in?” Not something he couldn’t handle either, not with creation entanglements and elements at his disposal, gliding within his veins within a moment. The Fangs were a telltale entrance of many a tale, adventure, and trial, and he wanted to ensure these moments wouldn’t land in any of those categories. He led them further, towards the hot springs, head tilting towards her as she listened, and then responded, to the mass amount of reconstruction and repairs. “Yes,” and he surmounted it all with a shrug, because they’d persist in forging onward. “I worry about any other repercussions heading our way. Have you heard about the island itself?” Remi’s letters had reached him, and likely many other leaders, but he didn’t know how many outside of Halo held the information. The news about the Grounds didn’t make that less tragic either, but held some brief interlude of relief that it just seemed to be another round of what they’d had before. “What sort of creatures?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace