(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “I already have an idea,” he assured, based on her tone and gesture, snorting the remains of his trepidation, watching as it billowed into warm vapors surrounding the area. Standing stalwart and nearby, he permitted the fire to continue its lingering range around her, even as she headed towards the hot springs, uncertain if she intended to immediately dive in, or merely linger amidst the heat. Scanning the surroundings, and relieved by their familiarity, it was probably the only comfort he’d find as the conversation continued churning. “Yes. And it has been a long time since anything like that has occurred.” Probably not since all their days stuck within the Hollowed Groudns, striving to understand and comprehend necessary actions for roles in which many had been unequipped. Deimos still had vivid recollections of the latest war, or searching for the relics, in which the Lullaby outclassed all their opponents and enemies – not without his own lasting injuries, but certainly never anything Remi seemed bothered by. “So we should not take them lightly. Or wander to that island.” Not yet anyway; though the warning was pointed. Deimos had known Kiada long enough. The wine spiders hadn’t lost his attention though, brow furrowing in thought while his gaze swept over the area once more, intent on notions of frostblooms. “Have they been attacking?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace