[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Unlike the last festival, the Sword didn’t find himself bombarded by discussions and conversations. Perhaps others knew better, or could simply see his preference to remain cast in shadow, away from limelights. He gave respectful nods to Sah, Dantalion, Astaroth, Alys, and Rhiannon all the same, and an arched brow to Hotaru but segmenting nothing else. Were it not so busy at atmosphere, he might have attempted conversation with the Valkyrie, to see how everything else was going after, but given the way she tucked herself into Sunjata’s presence, perhaps it would’ve been for naught anyway. So the Warden took an available seat, and began to dish out portions to savor and others to bring home, intending for each of his familial members to still be a part of the festivities. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace