[SE] good things come

Deimos The Warden took his eyes off the surroundings, for a moment, to witness Amhran’s magic unfurl. Demigods always seemed to hold a unique edge from their promised patrons and heralds, and so his curiosity remained, brow arching as the infusion of light emanated along dark stone and snagged soil. Well wishes made him smile though, adjusting his gaze thereafter to glance over the scenery again; content to see the rest of the springs’ occupants remained ensconced where they’d left them. “And it will take a year?” An inquiry to ensure he understood the parameters, and marking it down in his mind. The game though caused a small, low rumble of laughter, shaking his head. A common amusement, that perhaps he should’ve predicted. “That can be tricky,” especially if one’s attention wandered, or they had somewhat of a jester doing the movements. His eyes followed and tracked the motions though, coming down from his great height to crouch nearby, always beheld by any sort of competition, ridiculous or not. “It does. We once had a massive game of hide and seek.” Rampaging across the beach – and not doing well at catching the indistinct or overt instances of the god. After watching Amhran move them for a time, the Sword touched the middle plant pot. “That one.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime