Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Erebos was utterly delighted; a bundle of excitement and glee, with infant cheers and gurgles alongside, clearly trying to say something amidst the baby babble. Deimos couldn’t help but laugh as the child energetically flung his hands around with Kiada, not stopping even when he was released; the Sword ensured he leaned back so as not to catch a flailing fist at his chin. “Growing like a weed,” he measured with amusement; perhaps to no surprise, given his own stature and height. Once the babe had ceased those gestures, he ended up waving towards the Ancient, which had been one of his favorite pastimes this season – and perhaps seeing how many he could get in return.Snorting, he obliged Kiada with answers to her own inquiries. “I am all right. Busy,” but he shrugged, figuring that was beyond normal now. “Danta keeping you occupied?” Politics aside, because he didn’t want to mention any of the nonsense going on, his head tilted vaguely. “Trip was fine – he enjoys the skyboats.” As one could imagine – eyes wide with wonder – though his intentions leaned more into a juvenile smile. “How are the wedding plans?”
