I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With Astaroth not offended by the peryton’s ridiculous airs, Deimos was left eyeing the critter with a slight wrinkle to his nose, keeping him tucked underneath his arm for the moment. The answer of ‘nostalgia and warmth’ left him pondering; but he could understand those aspects - that incessant and inherent need to wander back to where things had begun, and then sometimes being incapable of doing so. At least in this lifetime, the Sword always had Halo.
Unaware of just how far history stretched for the Ancient, he left it into the annals of his curious mind and no further. “Was heading to Frey’s Breath.” Turned around by the companion wasn’t a grand excuse, but there it was, just the same. Furrowing his brows, he half-wondered if Kiada had spread the information as far and wide as he’d wanted - but the other man’s reaction would likely preside over that.
Unaware of just how far history stretched for the Ancient, he left it into the annals of his curious mind and no further. “Was heading to Frey’s Breath.” Turned around by the companion wasn’t a grand excuse, but there it was, just the same. Furrowing his brows, he half-wondered if Kiada had spread the information as far and wide as he’d wanted - but the other man’s reaction would likely preside over that.
DEIMOS
