(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos would never be able to ignore the roar of a white dragon – not after all these years living within Halo, and the chaos that had once brewed within the Fangs themselves. His spine went entirely rigid, figure taut and tall, as it flew over them. He watched and waited until it disappeared along the horizon, before clenching, then striving to loosen his jaw – all over in a matter of moments, but the horrors still an immersion deep in the figments of his mind. His attention segmented back to Kiada once they’d gone deeper into the known pathways, turning along another bend. “Frostblooms,” he repeated, as if the echo was supposed to be a rhetorical nuance instead of grounding him back into the present. “They can freeze you, or the surroundings, upon contact.” Figuring he wouldn’t have to dive any deeper into why such an imposition would be especially perilous for her, his eyes went to notions of glass terrariums, nodding at the notions. The hot springs appeared along the next interval, and his stance altered visibly, into something far more at ease – though the news inspired a wrinkle to his nose. “Remi said he went – faced someone there that he could not damage.” Which was an indication of the level of power or prowess they were dealing with – but not much else. Perhaps Kiada could shrug it all away, but Deimos wouldn’t. He and Evie had an entire region to be concerned with. His brows furrowed, never figuring or counting on wine spiders to become anything threatening. “How so?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace