Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Even as she described the impending crowd, it had been bigger than his. This inspired a laugh, and a notion of having to cobble together some formal attire for Erebos as well, head tilting as he listened to the details. He wasn’t certain on Flora, due to them never meeting, but based on personalities it might go fine. Who knew if the Queen would accept either way. Though he snorted at the insinuation of Danta, presuming the Theocrat could keep himself together, or put an effort towards it, for his Registrar’s wedding. “Not small either,” he mentioned with a wrinkle to his nose, striving to come up with any other names and particulars.Fox not having any family seemed a bit…sad, given how everything had transpired through the years in Caido. Nothing of found relatives either seemed to be particularly sobering, but the Sword persisted in pondering. When he couldn’t come up with any other names, save for the presence of her mother and Bastien, perhaps via lantern, his rumble returned. “I cannot think of any others off the top of my head, but that seems like a good start.” Some of those missing were likely the deceased proportions – which he left purposefully unsaid.
Her saddened smile made his brows furrow though. “From what I have heard, none of us have found any. But with the Greatwood cleansed…,” he left the insinuation there – more opportunities and potentials.
