(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Having learned from previous mistakes, Deimos opted not to make the same one twice. Concentration and focus honed immediately, with the diligent granules of his earthen incantations contorting rapidly in his wake. The dirt shifted around the frostbloom, but much more outward, as if carving or cutting away a puzzle piece; something that would’ve easily settled back into the sanction if he permitted. Senses indicated where the root system lingered, and with great certainty he plucked and snagged well beyond; so nothing would be touched, scorched, or laden with freezing entities. It began to pull neatly from the loams of hardened soil, and from there he tugged with Air enchantments too, ensuring the portions rose, roots and all, above and hovering for a moment, before slowly, meticulously, dropping them within Kiada’s outstretched terrarium. After a second more, he breathed, unfurling the weight in his chest he’d been holding. Arching a brow at her, and waiting to see if anything else happened from the dispersal, he jutted his jawline towards her. “Think that will be enough?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace