slow drifts and anchors

Deimos Kiada rarely let anything stop her, so he wasn’t surprised to hear Fox had been dragged along on several other adventures. He allowed a snort, and another slight grin, shaking his head; content that the Harpy’s antics were still alive and well. “That is fair. Hopefully you find something soon.” Perhaps there’d be an exchange down the line somewhere – though rings for sickness suppressants didn’t seem like a fair trade. Regardless, Deimos waited, intending to see if any advice sparked a notion in the man’s eye, or was outright refused. When nothing seemed opposed, but rooted in further thought, he nodded. “Of course. I wrote down multiple ideas beforehand for Evie,” as a planner and someone prone to calculations in multiple walks and wakes of life – but in the end, some spontaneity had occurred too. One could never account for every action their partners and loved ones took; but it’d been perfection for them, nonetheless. “And then if those do not work out for engagement purposes, they could always be wedding venues.” He shrugged, figuring there’d be multiple uses and means for the details. The words thereafter seemed to be enough on Fox’s end, so he ceased. “You are welcome. And thank you.” Deimos was content to have survived this far into the tournament, regardless. The youth within his sling gurgled again, striving for attention, a signal that he too might’ve been paused for too long. “Do you need anything else?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime