(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He arched a brow at the quip, but did nothing more in response other than utter a snort. Despite the looming trepidation solidified through his ribs, he still didn’t want to cast these precious moments asunder – fully aware that their time together was often limited. They’d taken necessary precautions, but Kiada couldn’t linger amidst the cold for eternity, not now, and he had multitudes of other actions to carve through for Halo, and the world at large. He’d rather enjoy the present, finding it, and her, worthy of his attentions and love, rather than flickering through all the dread and consternations – difficult, perhaps, given the subject matter. In some regards though, information kept her safe too – and if he couldn’t be nearby, he’d at least hope she’d take his advice. A sigh lingered through his throat and chest at the images of wine spiders, the offer already across his mouth before he’d had an opportunity to figure out timeframes. “Let me know if the Grounds needs a hunting party there too.” If the tiny arachnids were becoming vicious, he figured there were more creatures hellbent for the same purpose. Maybe Fox wanted to commit to some slaying. His attention went from the plumes of heat and vapor to where she pinpointed the plant nearby – stoic and there, resting amongst the crag. The Sword wasn’t certain if he was offended at its expanse here or simply irritated by its existence overall, but he gave her a quick nod, and his long strides began to march towards it. “Yes. Get your terrarium ready.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace