There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away.
The peryton's actions distracted her from Deimos's words, but she tried to pay attention, even as it flashed its fangs at her. Sadly, she hadn't carried anything other than herself in order to satisfy the creature. Maybe next time she'd remember to bring a tasty offering of friendship. But for now, Elizabeth shifted a little closer to Deimos.
She looked again to Zuriel, respecting the history between the two of them. Obviously, their bond was strong, forged in trauma and life-threatening events. Although those weren't always the healthiest of relationships, they were often unbreakable as they intertwined the threads of life and death. It sounded like they had both saved each other and she smiled fondly at the regal unicorn.
In contrast, the idea of disembodied screaming in the dead of night sounded terrifying and Elizabeth wondered if she would have had the bravery to seek out its source. An imperceptible shiver told her probably not. Overall, Belial put her on edge. Maybe it was his razor-sharp fangs or the abundance of chaotic energy, but she let Deimos grab the bundle of supplies as they approached the first stop.
"Was he screaming for a reason? Or just for fun?" He seemed like the kind of creature to sew chaos for the joy of it. Working up her courage, she reached for a bundle of firewood out of the sled.
Elizabeth
