Granting Erebos the tiny portions, Deimos nodded at Amhran’s points; putting aside the meats for the ingredients of cheese and chili jam, and making those too. While the infant munched with both hands tightly grasping grapes and bread, the Sword supplied some of the inquiries based on prior discussions, amused by the Raeling’s comments, and knowing him well enough, to slide into the particulars rather than roam around at different angles. “Usually,” granting a wrinkle of his nose in an absent, boyish, juvenile way. “I have seen those walking palms though.”
Maneuvering the sandwich over to the younger man once he was finished completing the arrangement, he went to make his own. “We had a leader’s meeting the other day, and some topics came up. One was the tree in Suvahasi from some seasons ago – no one seemed sure what was to become of the seeds. I was not certain if you knew.” Whether it was an instinctual pull of plant life and things Rae contorted – or far simpler than that.
Maneuvering the sandwich over to the younger man once he was finished completing the arrangement, he went to make his own. “We had a leader’s meeting the other day, and some topics came up. One was the tree in Suvahasi from some seasons ago – no one seemed sure what was to become of the seeds. I was not certain if you knew.” Whether it was an instinctual pull of plant life and things Rae contorted – or far simpler than that.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
