Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He glanced up from the cycle of creation magic and lights continuing to coil neatly for her reaction. He withheld another snort, but grinned, catlike and Cheshire just the same, before his head bent down again, lending into some imparted tension merely to keep her guessing. Eventually though the tense pause was more than enough, and he nodded. “I did. He did. She accepted.” His smile turned more amused and content than anything else thereafter, and with his eyes slightly on Erebos (bouncing away; a nap would likely be imminent soon), he stood, gathering the segments of glistening décor in his hands and parsing them through where they’d likely be orchestrated and designated.“I don’t have any information other than that,” because he’d pried and tried. “They’ll probably plan later.” He’d let Kiada know he’d be available for any support or assistance, regardless.
