Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The sideways hug was well received; freeing Erebos from one of his hands to embrace Kiada. Family was an important piece to him; especially after having almost none remaining in previous intervals and lives – they were fortunate to still have one another, after all these deaths and laments within Caido and Helovia. So he wouldn’t take any of it for granted, snorting and releasing her from their hold as she went on to describe hues necessary for the impending nuptials.Red and orange wasn’t a surprise (he’d certainly have to do some creating for it – they weren’t colors he frequently wore), but the inspiration from him caused an arch to his brow. “I have not seen those.” But he noted them carefully in his mind; they’d be intriguing to sketch and add into the journals of the Guild, regardless. With a playful roll of his eyes, as if she would have to warn and ward him from danger, he smiled. “You could always incorporate them into the scenery and surroundings though? But perhaps high, so no one would be tempted.”
