Deimos
He hadn’t expected a mention of Chuy – and while those motions are long since passed, he nodded just the same. “He did. And they thrive now too.” Watching her for a moment, to ensure or see if the nostalgia notched a little too far in, he finished with the round of scrambled eggs, turning his portion of the stove off and lifting the pan away. Beginning to place them on plates for themselves, and Evie alike when she had the opportunity to hasten back for breakfast, he listened to the rest.
“Okay,” came along easy agreement at any modifications or developments. Icy portions could rest at the bottom of the bag, giving her a wide berth between cool proportions and the necessity of warmth for an Ancient. To alter the subject entirely, since they had a modest plan in place, he placed the pan down, waiting for her bacon to finish, and snagging at the toast. “Will you be going to the tournament in Torchline?” Once Deepfrost started – presuming she’d be interested at all.
“Okay,” came along easy agreement at any modifications or developments. Icy portions could rest at the bottom of the bag, giving her a wide berth between cool proportions and the necessity of warmth for an Ancient. To alter the subject entirely, since they had a modest plan in place, he placed the pan down, waiting for her bacon to finish, and snagging at the toast. “Will you be going to the tournament in Torchline?” Once Deepfrost started – presuming she’d be interested at all.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
