Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Despite his experience in meeting Dahlia amidst unintended consequences, he hadn’t counted on any Family member coming in. He’d hoped that neither Kiada nor Fox had developed enough notoriety to pull and entice curiosity from the foreign forces, but perhaps it was something needing to be considered. With enough people there though – the formidable portions could and would be mustered; but most of them would loathe to ruin someone’s wedding. If worst came to worst…they’d figure something out.“You have time, in case anyone else comes to light,” he mentioned by way of a shrug. Neither Deimos nor Evie had been bothered with omitting some, and had left the reception open instead, but these were different seasons and rotations.
When the conversation shifted to Vi’s Roses, he nodded along. “That was my thought. More areas available, at least.” Save for one singular Frey’s Breath in the midst of it all. He hadn’t expected mention of the blight though, brow arching as he watched and waited for her reaction – the words she’d once pressed to him in the midst of turmoil and disease long since forgotten and placed far, far away. Many of those memories from the Grounds had been subdued. They’d all grown. Erebos alone, making all sorts of gurgling noises, served as a reminder of how much they'd all become.
Granting a smile to indicate there was still nothing malicious from those intonations, he rumbled out his own. “I saw your mother during the Festival.”
