I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Keeping the fire remaining, a brilliant and blistering shield, his head tilted vaguely, half a laugh smothered between his forbearing expression. He didn’t mind her sharing information with her leader – it was something all the regions (save for Dahlia’s enterprise) ought to have known, and he wasn’t certain who else had received letters from Ronin. It was bound to be him and likely the multitudes of demigods, but otherwise settled into the unknown for him; the answer would come when they all met anyway. “Good.”
Beginning to turn back the way they came, for it’d be better to get her out of the cold sooner rather than later, he couldn’t help a snort. “Do you think Danta will want to do anything about it though?” Zuriel returned his motives with a trot alongside, clearly yearning to indulge herself with warm flames beside a hearth, and Belial seemed to pout from overhead.
Beginning to turn back the way they came, for it’d be better to get her out of the cold sooner rather than later, he couldn’t help a snort. “Do you think Danta will want to do anything about it though?” Zuriel returned his motives with a trot alongside, clearly yearning to indulge herself with warm flames beside a hearth, and Belial seemed to pout from overhead.
DEIMOS
