Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
There was always the option of asking the Big Gods for assistance with the flowers, as Flora had once done. That had its own consuming measures, and the likelihood of being fortunate enough to discuss portions with them might not even occur either. Time, patience, and persistence might have been on their sides, but he worried about the foremost; shaking his head, trying to erase the doldrums and sinking, apprehensive notions. His eyes went towards the beating of the dough; having never thought to take out aggravations upon cookies (those were to assist in emotional support eating). He maneuvered his own set away from Sah casually, before rolling them into more portions and pieces, and sneaking another for himself.
Measuring out quantities had him calculating different aspects. “A third – that way we each have a batch to take home, and one for the festival.” Of which now he was dreading going.
