Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
His brow remained arched at Zavien’s proclamation; not truly surprised, given the man’s temperament and disposition. He could see Erebos ruling the roost though, but kept the mental image to himself. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind.” He continued to keep watch as the discussion altered, witnessing the lava persist along the metal, before his eyes swept back upward and along the surroundings.Perhaps Deimos had been too hopeful for Stormbreak’s case, or there hadn’t been enough evidence to make such a claim. And it’d be a desperate means to attack, grab, snatch, or seize, without proof or claim of their notions and presumptions. “Understandable.” He nodded, indicating the comprehension. “We will keep trying to collect the flowers then. With the Greatwood intact, we have Vi’s Roses as options now too.” And maybe, through other means, measures, and schemes towards Starfall, they’d have more information.
The Sword was already aware of Everest, due to Flora, and he nodded again, pondering how best to break the news. Contemplating, his head tilted again, until he opted to alter the composition of the magma below, and utilizing his fire incantations, spelt out the name amidst the flames, before allowing them to dissipate. “Me too. But he was the only one I have suspected.” And merely because of other statements said and moments not aligning. “There does not seem to be any overt signs – unless we have missed something.”
The roar was enough to pull him out of those ruminations anyway – form immediately going rigid, taut, and unyielding. “We can head this way,” he said with a sigh, thoroughly unimpressed with dragons, but still respecting their space after a multitude of experiences. His long strides kept him heading towards the opposing cavern path; knowing where it led from many other trips to the Climb.
