Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos raised a brow in return, to match the meaning behind the gesture. “Agreed.” He wasn’t one for disclosing secrets regardless – only things nowadays he seemed to push onwards were plotting machinations. But he nodded just the same, the furtive notions safe with him. He’d only share the necessities with those involved, or soon to be, and that would be that.Erebos threw more snow in more wider clumps until they descended like miniature showers around his tinier frame, giggling in hopes to gain a reaction from the dragon. The Sword focused on his son and on the Dragoon simultaneously, snorting while watching the ridiculous acts of one and the confirmation of another. He wasn’t certain how it would work either; but stranger things had happened. “Does that mean you will be moving in close proximities?” Or maybe there would be a range he was unaware of – because moving in too adjacent to these creatures could spell even more disaster.
