DEIMOS
There were multiple points of interest on this particular trip – details of the current infestation of the void, maybe scouring enough to snag at a flower he hadn’t seen in years, and to cover any other details since the meeting. His eagle wings spread in light, lofty air, snagging on thermals and seemingly coasting – while his eyes studied bits and pieces below, intrigued by this section of the Greatwood he’d never snagged at before. But his traveling companion wasn’t to be ignored, even as they roamed in contemplative thought. So the Attuned measures reached over to Remi, the same deep rumbling accord. Have you heard of anyone finding a flower yet? The Sword hadn’t, but it was early yet – incapable of wrinkling his nose, as it was currently a beak, he settled for a long sigh filtering through as the threads of vibrant purple and black seemed to scorch the waters.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
