Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
At the notions of baked goods, he gave another grin – much more boyish and juvenile. “I do. Not many sweet things last in the house.” Between himself and Evie, at least. Erebos had yet to discover the gems, and Amhran’s first experience had been with cotton candy at the Festival. Though, even after this discussion, he pretended as if his stomach didn’t rumble in response.As for the gourd itself, peacefully absorbing the light and not bothering a soul, he snorted. “No. So perhaps it is just something enhanced by Frey and Rae again,” granting a shrug. He wasn’t one to inquire or question why some of these monsters roamed and existed. It didn’t much matter in the grand scheme of things. Though he tilted his head, pondered Elizabeth’s motivations for lingering near the pumpkin’s vast isle adventure. “Do you want to hunt it, or leave it be?”
