Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Taking a sip of his own hot cocoa, and opting to occupy Erebos with a rattle lodged in his pockets somewhere (blade shaped, obviously), while the youth placed the toy in his mouth (teething had been a terrible time lately), the Sword tilted his head, listening to the plans. “Oh, in the bouquet,” he mused. “Not going to throw this one back at the crowd then?” He winked, but imagining the chaos to ensue at the potential did ease a chuckle from his chest. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if most of the inhabitants were Ancients, but he could fathom a few grabby individuals earning a burn for their efforts. Another planned trip sounded amusing though. “Sure.” And it would be a breath of fresh air from any ongoing strife and crisis back in Halo or surrounding politics. “There seemed to be some new wildlife in the Climb too – Sah and I ran into something like an alpina, though clearly fire based.”
