Placing Erebos down on the floor for a moment, the Sword shrugged off his coat, and inclined his head for Alys to do the same, placing it amidst the piles of parkas and furs along the rack, before attending to the child. He hadn’t slipped away yet, though he’d made a crawling scurry across the wooden floor, scooped up by the Sword an instant later to start peeling the snowsuit off. “Evade your opponents,” he murmured, smiling a little. If he was distracted at all by the squirming child, it didn’t show, having always wielded many a multitude of tasks at the ready. “So you likely want to wear something light and unobtrusive.”
Once tiny hands and limbs had been freed from the confining suit, Deimos put that closer to the fire to hang and dry, checking in on the companions, and then took long strides towards the kitchen and dining area. “Come, you can have a seat.” Erebos, despite the squealing and giggling, was eventually wriggled into his highchair and confined for a second, while the Sword conjured a portion of parchment and placed it upon the table with bits and pieces of charcoal. “Depends on your preferences too. Jewelry, like bangles, rings, necklaces and the like are usually easy to enchant.” He had his own sets – the bone cuff worn along one ear and linked directly to Evie’s, the pendant made by Safrin under his layers of clothing, and wedding ring woven with fortune.
Once tiny hands and limbs had been freed from the confining suit, Deimos put that closer to the fire to hang and dry, checking in on the companions, and then took long strides towards the kitchen and dining area. “Come, you can have a seat.” Erebos, despite the squealing and giggling, was eventually wriggled into his highchair and confined for a second, while the Sword conjured a portion of parchment and placed it upon the table with bits and pieces of charcoal. “Depends on your preferences too. Jewelry, like bangles, rings, necklaces and the like are usually easy to enchant.” He had his own sets – the bone cuff worn along one ear and linked directly to Evie’s, the pendant made by Safrin under his layers of clothing, and wedding ring woven with fortune.
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Never let them drain the river of your soul
