DEIMOS
Deimos gave Evie a rather pitiful glance, perhaps in hopes that she’d do the talking, but when silence was the only thing rendered, he pouted in her direction. Thereafter though, he’d keep the threads of quiet; he could use it to focus and concentrate, or say it was merely that.Besides, Erebos provided more than enough comic relief. As each magical motion swirled from the unicorn's horn (haughty and proud as she was), the youth flailed his arms and giggled, enthralled with the mystic incantations rumbling through – whether it be the healing measures brought to tangible threads, or the churning of the waves as his father drew out lines within the water. Were the infant older Deimos might have brought him out of the sling so he could dangle his feet within the warm springs, but instead, he merely shook his head and smiled as the babe laughed again.
Amused and incensed by the child’s antics, Deimos turned over larger portions of the elements. If it happened to splash the Evergreen, it could only have been by mistake, of course.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
