“A rarity,” he snorted in response, still quiet and muted until he could hear the thundering, lumbering movements becoming lowered and suppressed, stifled by distance. Belial’s own keen eyesight lingered within his mind, and the disappearing ursur gave him some credence, though his form never quite retained any relaxed posture thereafter. His gaze remained rooted on the spot for a few more moments, before he began tracing back over the portions of timber nearby, glancing back at boughs who showed no sign of blended hues.
Though he chanced a look at the younger man as more self-deprecation seemed to be slipping through. Deimos had never been an individual to remain idle, and though he’d once actively avoided being a part of the throngs, the past few years he’d been so immersed in it that his evasions scarcely seemed to matter. But he didn’t like the idea that any of his citizens didn’t have a way to defend themselves – and though circumvention was a plausible device – Caido sometimes didn’t give a damn. “Understandable,” by way of keeping his head down, steering clear of the chaos unraveling around them. “But if you ever find yourself in a situation, air and gravity seem to be quite effective against anything made up by the void.” Pausing, piercing gaze landing upon more timber and idling through it with his hands, he gave more offerings. “And the barracks and academy are always open to you too, if you do decide you want to study.” He just didn’t want the younger man to regret it – this way of lingering, instead of chasing and defending and learning.
Though he chanced a look at the younger man as more self-deprecation seemed to be slipping through. Deimos had never been an individual to remain idle, and though he’d once actively avoided being a part of the throngs, the past few years he’d been so immersed in it that his evasions scarcely seemed to matter. But he didn’t like the idea that any of his citizens didn’t have a way to defend themselves – and though circumvention was a plausible device – Caido sometimes didn’t give a damn. “Understandable,” by way of keeping his head down, steering clear of the chaos unraveling around them. “But if you ever find yourself in a situation, air and gravity seem to be quite effective against anything made up by the void.” Pausing, piercing gaze landing upon more timber and idling through it with his hands, he gave more offerings. “And the barracks and academy are always open to you too, if you do decide you want to study.” He just didn’t want the younger man to regret it – this way of lingering, instead of chasing and defending and learning.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
