{RQ} Snowstars

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “Only with those I do not like,” he punctured in return, tracing over roots and leaf litter, listening to Belial’s excited trill above as he scouted. There were a few he could readily name to go slithering in front and not be bothered at all if some siege began. If they happened to be assaulted and slaughtered in the midst, then so be it. Soleil was not one of those, and if she heard the vague compliment in there, all the more power to her prowess. The puppy eyes were ignored, regardless. He'd rather listen to her dramatics than the morose and haunted mood she’d been in before, but she could probably hear the way his eyes rolled in response. “Some plants are more dangerous,” and he shrugged, not biting into the bait. The Sword had long since learned over which battles to pick. “We have to keep it alive,” as a reminder that this portion of the task wasn’t meant to be for oblivion and upheaval. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace