Deimos
From what Deimos had learned about Caido, there was no optimal moment for children. If he and Evie waited for the next round of chaos to burst, there’d simply be another right after, and before long, the opportunities and chances for their family to be extended would’ve dwindled and been gone. How many times had he been told that the Grounders, even within the barrier, still forged onward, despite everything going on around them? No matter the hour the day or the instant, the Ignatiuses would protect and guide and cherish to the best of their abilities. The world didn’t stop, and so neither would they.
It didn’t cease those threads of dread in his chest, but for the present, they had inklings and understandings of what to do and how to overcome, lifting his head from Erebos’ squealing and kicking limbs at Alys’s musings. “Safrin told me ways to regain the regions already lost,” but the rumblings were quieter, less distinct. Instead of voicing them entirely out loud, for they’d already had a circumstance with Vox, he snagged at paper from his journal again, and began outlining the credentials and necessities – flowers from Frey’s Breath, potential quests from the Old Gods, and the overwhelming bout of fighting and tirades. Then he handed over the notions for her perusal, one brow arched.
It didn’t cease those threads of dread in his chest, but for the present, they had inklings and understandings of what to do and how to overcome, lifting his head from Erebos’ squealing and kicking limbs at Alys’s musings. “Safrin told me ways to regain the regions already lost,” but the rumblings were quieter, less distinct. Instead of voicing them entirely out loud, for they’d already had a circumstance with Vox, he snagged at paper from his journal again, and began outlining the credentials and necessities – flowers from Frey’s Breath, potential quests from the Old Gods, and the overwhelming bout of fighting and tirades. Then he handed over the notions for her perusal, one brow arched.
forget stardust - you are iron
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
