Deimos
Usually the calling of his name was a telltale sign of impending support he’d have to provide someone, but the tone was familiar. In Stormbreak, that could mean an abundance of things, and he glanced up from his notebook and Erebos’s tiny fists flailing about, to see Alys. His brows were furrowed slightly, only to enlarge in surprise; because the woman had made herself a prominent figure in their wintry world, and then promptly disappeared; evaporating off into the other multitudes of regions and wanderers. He thought she’d be like most of those who’d gone before – faded into the evening scripts, lingering in memories and nothing more.
She seemed just as shocked as him, so he couldn’t help but snort from his place on the bench. It sounded as though Erebos yearned to copy the same noise, but ended up sneezing instead. “Guild matters,” and he raised his notebook with the usual charcoal scrawl. A myriad of other questions lingered within his mind – mostly pertaining to her health and wellbeing, and then consisting of the notions of withdrawal from the mountains – but maybe none of it was his business. Instead, his head tilted, eyes scrutinizing and studying, before finally relinquishing an echo of her inquiry. “What are you doing in Stormbreak?”
She seemed just as shocked as him, so he couldn’t help but snort from his place on the bench. It sounded as though Erebos yearned to copy the same noise, but ended up sneezing instead. “Guild matters,” and he raised his notebook with the usual charcoal scrawl. A myriad of other questions lingered within his mind – mostly pertaining to her health and wellbeing, and then consisting of the notions of withdrawal from the mountains – but maybe none of it was his business. Instead, his head tilted, eyes scrutinizing and studying, before finally relinquishing an echo of her inquiry. “What are you doing in Stormbreak?”
forget stardust - you are iron
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
