Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“Yes,” by way of a rumbling declaration, followed by a juvenile grin. “Also goes well in breads, donuts, soups, cookies…,” ticking them off on his fingers. He’d delivered some to the shops within the Grounds, due to their hunt, and in Halo, because everyone should be treated to such delicacies during this time. “We gave some to our bakeries in Snowcloak,” as a hint that should she not want to obliterate this one for its potential ingredients, she could venture down their own streets.He hadn’t counted on the gourds being dangerous either; the new variant, likely Family associated, seemed just extra irritating. “I could imagine the young and inexperienced having a difficult time with them.” Which was probably what the pumpkins yearned and craved to prey on – and rarely got ahold of. He nodded at her other insinuation though, watching as the gourd in the distance seemed to turn its head towards the scattered pieces of the sun, bathing in its light. “First time we have seen them – I have wondered if they were void influenced.”
