In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Belial’s eyes narrowed, and the persnickety peryton seemed more ruffled by the lack of reaction from Elizabeth. Perturbed, he took to the skies instead, unfurling his wings and hastening to hover overhead, seeing if he could gain some semblance of fear or anxiety from those movements instead. Recalling the large amount of children and their respective ages, perhaps the oldest had been ten at the most, Deimos snorted. “Maybe when they are older. For now, they seem to rule the roost.” But that was fine too; if that was how the Banks wanted things to be run. The Wardens would likely take a different perspective and parenting style, considering how much work they had to do around the kingdom and region itself. Though the question caused him to blink for a moment, before righting himself and dragging the sled along the Banks’ doorstep. “We will see.” It was largely dependent on outside factors; including the void, if he’d need to go to Starfall in the near future, and their impending survival. The thought of leaving any of his family fatherless was a troublesome notion, and one he didn’t wish to repeat from the cycle of his own childhood. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace