Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
With agreements set, Deimos continued to busy himself with the cookies, layering more portions across in even amounts. “Thank you.” He wasn’t certain what they’d do with the information, but sagacity, wisdom, and experiences from around the realms still amounted to noteworthy details for the future. Or even the present, given everything going on around them. Opting to delve into Attuned bonds, rather than say anything out loud (and how bizarre; to think there would be eyes and ears in his own home; askance from his own loved ones). It reminds me far too much of our void invaders. Like the static around the orb, the ability to broadcast…it wouldn’t be surprising to hear or find their abilities were stretching.Which made another wave of apprehension roll through him; and he tried not to let it show or meander through bond adornments; trained in steadiness and composure, as he finished off this batch too.
Checking the oven for how the first round of cookies were doing, he nodded. “Sounds good. If I have an opportunity I will do the same.” Not in King’s End though. Maybe send a letter to Kiada, to see if anything was going on in the Hollowed Grounds – or in her own travels.
