DEIMOS
He hardened for a moment, listening to the perilous sounds of the dragon overhead, eyes watching it in cold, shrewd calculations, before loosening altogether as it disappeared. Their frequency nearby had seemed to increase lately, at least in his experiences, and he didn’t like those particular nuances either.
But he’d take all the other distractions, like her, though his nose wrinkled in defiance a moment later. “Cute,” and he chewed upon another pretzel, the word still not sitting with him well. For that, he thought about mischief, but settled upon utilizing his earth incantations to fix and maneuver the loosened block above. Besides, it gave him ample opportunity to amplify the quandaries while she stewed, remaining silent and staring at him in some measure of disbelief.
He arched a brow soon after, given her squawk, like all his meetings were common-place notions instead of a multitude of the weird and twisted season alike. Maea being first caused him to regard her again, a brief study and scrutiny, pondering reactions – he’d heard some stories about their childhood, but never in full detail. “She is alive, and an Ancient now.” He paused, snagging at another bag of hidden food (sweet rolls), and watching as Belial began looming over, presumably, another weakened stone. “Helped with our hunting party in Torchline. Wanted training too.” Uncertain how Evie would gauge the entire situation, he opted to add in the Ancient’s line. “Said she was glad you found a place for yourself.”
But he’d take all the other distractions, like her, though his nose wrinkled in defiance a moment later. “Cute,” and he chewed upon another pretzel, the word still not sitting with him well. For that, he thought about mischief, but settled upon utilizing his earth incantations to fix and maneuver the loosened block above. Besides, it gave him ample opportunity to amplify the quandaries while she stewed, remaining silent and staring at him in some measure of disbelief.
He arched a brow soon after, given her squawk, like all his meetings were common-place notions instead of a multitude of the weird and twisted season alike. Maea being first caused him to regard her again, a brief study and scrutiny, pondering reactions – he’d heard some stories about their childhood, but never in full detail. “She is alive, and an Ancient now.” He paused, snagging at another bag of hidden food (sweet rolls), and watching as Belial began looming over, presumably, another weakened stone. “Helped with our hunting party in Torchline. Wanted training too.” Uncertain how Evie would gauge the entire situation, he opted to add in the Ancient’s line. “Said she was glad you found a place for yourself.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
