Deimos
With Evie busy at the Academy, Deimos opted to respond to a missive about tracking more void creatures that had sprung up around the grotto, taking Erebos with him for another outing to separate regions. It didn’t make him any less apprehensive to have his infant strapped to his chest, with all manner of danger still looming and present, but it inspired him to keep the trepidations tied down, tethered.
After meeting with the hunter, snagging snacks to occupy himself and listening to the sound of Erebos’ squeals and giggles, or feet aching to kick out from behind the fabric, his eyes caught the looming Tower. It was difficult to miss, considering its great height, and he watched as multitudes wandered past, either so used to the structure, or not as enamored.
For he’d heard of all the tales surrounding the behemeoth – the Ascended’s attack, how it had fallen, those impacted, another kickstart to the war…
And he was uncertain if they were on the precipice of another one.
Rather than simply stand there staring at it all morning, Deimos swung them to a bench, staying within it's shadow. “Let me write something down,” he murmured to the youth, who babbled in return, as the Sword sat along the wooden portions and took out his notebook.
After meeting with the hunter, snagging snacks to occupy himself and listening to the sound of Erebos’ squeals and giggles, or feet aching to kick out from behind the fabric, his eyes caught the looming Tower. It was difficult to miss, considering its great height, and he watched as multitudes wandered past, either so used to the structure, or not as enamored.
For he’d heard of all the tales surrounding the behemeoth – the Ascended’s attack, how it had fallen, those impacted, another kickstart to the war…
And he was uncertain if they were on the precipice of another one.
Rather than simply stand there staring at it all morning, Deimos swung them to a bench, staying within it's shadow. “Let me write something down,” he murmured to the youth, who babbled in return, as the Sword sat along the wooden portions and took out his notebook.
forget stardust - you are iron
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
