Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Pulling ovens open, alternating batches, and permitting time to pass until the aromas and edges were just right, they’d be able to eventually have enough for families and friends alike. Deimos made certain to cover a portion for the Ignatius household – which likely wouldn’t survive past the evening – and then laden Sah’s plates much the same, before sending the Thunder on his way to either abode or impending festival. “Thank you for helping. See you there,” he mentioned with a shrug of his shoulders, the pragmatics and unfortunate yesteryears heralding LongNight always giving him the semblances of trepidation – and alongside the other apprehensions gathering, he wasn’t certain how much more dread his shoulders could be laden with. [FIN]
