slow drifts and anchors

Deimos Likely Kiada would have a remedy for all the misgivings of Fox’s traversings in due time, so Deimos kept it to light measures and possibilities. “Were there any places you wanted to visit?” The Sword could always offer his own sojourning advice, but as he tended to wander into the most dangerous of places on a normal basis, perhaps it wouldn’t be taken so highly into consideration. With Fox less nervous and apprehensive, the Warden could give way to some of his more relaxed dispositions too; though that usual segued into some realm of mischief and juvenile tactics. Rather than delve too far into eventual familial nonsense, he took the inquiries at face value, pondering if Fox simply hadn’t gotten into those parameters and possibilities yet. “A favored place, perhaps. Where you first met…,” though from his understanding, that had been a situational occurrence. The rumble persisted, mind wandering into how he’d determined facets. “A preferred dinner or landscape. Maybe a hunt. Something you have both enjoyed doing together.” His eyes flickered back to Fox, waiting for any semblance of a reaction, completely unaware that the inquiry had long since been asked already. “I know that sounds simple, but it is a start. You can build from there.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime