[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos There’d been other moments perhaps, but it’d been in the days of the Hollowed Grounds and confined wakes; before Hotaru’s involvement, hazardous and perilous adventures into icy caves, invasions, and wars. Perhaps it was only the Valkyrie’s intentions and his own modicums of political maneuverings (with hard lessons embedded in those distinctions) holding everything at bay – pettiness and spite still carved deeply into his bones. Dusting off the charcoal bits and ensuring nothing peeled away, his brows furrowed at the information provided. Turning over a new page, he didn’t miss the way Zuriel stared at the Flood, striding forward to linger at the Sword’s shoulder, as if the news bothered her as well. Clenching his jaw once more, his free hand reached out to pat his own companion, while beginning to take notes again. “A shame.” Not glancing at the sea panther, for his attentions meandered deeply into this concerning debacle, he started jotting the notions about the horned creatures. “Were they aggressive like all the others?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime