[SE] good things come

Deimos He gave half a smile, intending to be encouraging at the prospects of strength and fortitude, nodding along. The offer had always been there in support and assistance with any of it; and some of it would likely solely have to be up to Amhran. The guarantee for the future was enough to settle him for now – gaze going back and forth along the walls of the cavern, hoping to another lily they wouldn’t have to wait for. “We only need one more for the Greatwood,” he uttered with a shrug; the other options always being a fight to reclaim it, or a regional exploit from one of the Big Gods. The game kept him occupied too, though the answering grin from the young demigod prompted a laugh. “It was amusing, yes, and very difficult.” Chasing after rags and illusions; but mostly everyone had kept their spirits up in the wake of diverting chaos, rather than bedlam and strife. Maintaining his crouch for the other ensuing entertainment, and thus studying the prospects of the moving plant pots, he was still surprised to find his guess had been exactly it. “Strong observation skills,” he quipped with a wink and a wrinkle of his nose, pretending it had been those insinuations rather than mere fortune and happenstance. “Your turn.” Motioning the pebble underneath a different pot, Deimos began to rotate them through – maneuvering them in a variety of directions until ultimately stopping after six or so revolutions. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime