and the only solution was to stand and fight
With an intention of always remaining reclusive and not being able to achieve those measures, he was still surprised by the number of greetings. Nodding towards Rhiannon, he gave a smile in return. “Rhiannon. Good luck,” and before they could move much further into the throngs or lanterns, he saw Alys, extending a brief wave, and then Zavien – sparking a notion he’d already had plotted through in his mind – but Elizabeth was there too, and he nearly laughed.
Erebos gave the therapist his enthusiastic gurgle and toothless grin too – loving the attention – and the Sword chuckled. “Thank you. You as well.” Odd, maybe, to find these actions much more pleasant than other festivals in the past, but it took his mind off of other more melancholic vocations.
When they ultimately found something Amhran was intrigued by (for which the young demigod earned an extended ‘Amham’ and another zealous squeal from the infant), Deimos paused, figuring they might as well have made camp there – beginning to tie his lanterns off on the closest rope. “The cotton candy? Sure. I need to go over that way for a moment anyway.”
So while Rae’s chosen would find some pleasant sugar to dive into, the Sword directed his attention towards Zavien. “Sorry to interrupt,” he rumbled, to which Erebos waved from over his shoulder, “but I wanted to return this.” He extended his hand, intending to give back the ring contained within. “We were successful. Thank you again for letting us use it.” With the band, of course, came a series of notes; vital information Sunjata had disclosed.
Erebos gave the therapist his enthusiastic gurgle and toothless grin too – loving the attention – and the Sword chuckled. “Thank you. You as well.” Odd, maybe, to find these actions much more pleasant than other festivals in the past, but it took his mind off of other more melancholic vocations.
When they ultimately found something Amhran was intrigued by (for which the young demigod earned an extended ‘Amham’ and another zealous squeal from the infant), Deimos paused, figuring they might as well have made camp there – beginning to tie his lanterns off on the closest rope. “The cotton candy? Sure. I need to go over that way for a moment anyway.”
So while Rae’s chosen would find some pleasant sugar to dive into, the Sword directed his attention towards Zavien. “Sorry to interrupt,” he rumbled, to which Erebos waved from over his shoulder, “but I wanted to return this.” He extended his hand, intending to give back the ring contained within. “We were successful. Thank you again for letting us use it.” With the band, of course, came a series of notes; vital information Sunjata had disclosed.
DEIMOS
