Deimos
Patient and composed, the Sword waited – attention focused and honed on the young Dragoon. Seasons before, they’d discussed other possibilities, and ramifications, of sovereignty, so his expectations formulated there. Maybe there’d been developments in Stormbreak that the Warden was unaware of – it would make sense, given the furtive nature of some void and Family movements.
So it was safe to say that what Koa did bring up broke his composed mask. His eyes rounded and widened, mind swirling upon multiple conclusions, entangled threads, and knotted, gnarled signs he’d seen but hadn’t fully put together. Instead of answering right away though, he stood, quietly crossing over to the study, closing the door, and coming back to his seat.
Given his experiences with the Flood, he’d be the first to rapidly agree with the sentiments simply on principle. But there was much at stake with Koa’s statement. Unfurling a cool, calming breath, he tried to wrangle himself together; trusting in verification first. “All right.” Swallowing down the lines he wanted to utter, he opted for another approach. “How do you know?”
So it was safe to say that what Koa did bring up broke his composed mask. His eyes rounded and widened, mind swirling upon multiple conclusions, entangled threads, and knotted, gnarled signs he’d seen but hadn’t fully put together. Instead of answering right away though, he stood, quietly crossing over to the study, closing the door, and coming back to his seat.
Given his experiences with the Flood, he’d be the first to rapidly agree with the sentiments simply on principle. But there was much at stake with Koa’s statement. Unfurling a cool, calming breath, he tried to wrangle himself together; trusting in verification first. “All right.” Swallowing down the lines he wanted to utter, he opted for another approach. “How do you know?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
