Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Rather than diving headfirst into politics, as he might have done with so many others, he nodded a little, quieting a fraction. “Have you heard from Ru?” He hadn’t – though the Sword was never certain about how to go about these things; reach out wholeheartedly to the Valkyrie, or let her be, trying to muddle through the wakes of sudden grief, then likely overwhelming relief. When she’d lost Enzo, it had taken substantial, and understandable, time, and to have her going through the cycles year after year – he held Erebos a little tighter, listened to the baby giggle with glee.But then there were other multitudes, and as he tucked the youth further into his lap, to free his hands, he swallowed down the traces of that bile and kept moving forward. “Extra luck never hurt anyone,” he winked, before concocting the piece she’d requested. The infant gave a pleasant squeal as his father’s incantations unfolded and unfurled before him – a small ring emerging amidst the gilded glow. Just as she’d requested, the obsidian and blackened state conformed, inlaid with crimson veins and lines, blood and ichor, flesh and bone, horns of Kiada – a constant state of reminders and recollections. Phoenix flame and ash and revival might’ve been a hint too; but the fortune ran deeper, as he poured more enchantments into its throng.
Thereafter, content with the outcome, he passed it over to Kiada. “What do you think?”
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Deimos has created:
For Fox Sake: An obsidian ring inlaid with ruby, this ring has been enhanced with +2 luck.
