Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Erebos was utterly delighted by the dragon – as evidence by his loud clapping and persistent, contented squealing whenever the companion did anything - but especially when she squawked and popped out nearby. More than once he tried to stretch out his own limbs and toddle over, but was never quick enough. Unbothered by the arrangement, the giggles rang clear, even when Pip was used as a clear demonstration. Deimos watched with an arched brow, pleased with the modeling of the bracers. “Of course,” he echoed. “You may want to invest in some armor as well.” Given the environment they’d be going towards.
On another thought, the Sword narrowed his eyes, briefly turning his gaze towards the more expanded vision of the Tundra unfurling nearby. “I know you were interested in assisting with the guild. We will have more yard work here soon as well, if you still wanted to be a part of it.”
