Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He nodded at the sincerity of it all; because despite the jokes behind the notions, there would be a great deal of precious memories to have and hold dear. While there’d always be the recollection behind such events, having portions and pieces to savor were just as vivid and tangible – and gods knew Kiada had earned it. Every step of the way – through lifetimes of ventures across lands and portals, between death and resurrection and reinvention. “Fair enough,” he mused, winking so she knew it was all in mischief and jest. “Are you expecting to have a large crowd?” He wasn’t certain of how many other friends, acquaintances, and others she intended to invite – and while Deimos and Evie had kept theirs incredibly private, that didn’t mean everyone else preferred the latter.His brow arched at the notion of deer as well; maybe there’d been multiple things missed. “I have not seen that there either – but any trips lately have been to the springs.” For obvious reasons – and still nothing to show for it. Save for next year, when Amhran’s flower would bloom.
