[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos The peryton, ever obnoxious and amused, became rather delighted with the sentiments of another rising from the water. He hooted and skimmed over the surface, cloven feet barely touching the brim and fringes before hovering again on his Stygian wings. As always, his antics drew his bonded’s attention, and Deimos rose again to his full height with a long sigh, glancing at Zuriel again as if craving an explanation for the ridiculousness. Her ears had already twitched and maneuvered to other elements though, and there were too many bombardments for him to navigate without narrowing his gaze in overt suspicion. “Belial,” he called to the companion, voice deep and reverberating. “Leave it alone.” Recognition of the creature would only segment in a smaller version of sea panthers – and he had enough trauma from those sentiments to simultaneously avoid it and wonder why it was here. From what he knew and understood of the creatures, they hunted around Torchline. Perhaps recent ongoings had pushed it further, away from the sea, or its young appearance gave way to its foolishness, and it hadn’t meant to traverse so far. Regardless, he wasn’t about to start nonsense between the pair. There were other matters meandering through, and his senses were drawn not down river, but into the currents themselves – and a distant bubbling, some yards away from panther and peryton alike. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime