DEIMOS
A choice was intriguing; Mort placing free will upon a companion. Deimos hated to imagine the alternative in decision making – but where it didn’t meander there, he opted out of delving into those further machinations. His eyes instead went to the bear, watching as she consumed the treat, with a small smile. Worth it, in the end, he could guess Alys would surmise.
He surveyed the pastries too, as the seer persisted – head tilting as he examined them. One of each would probably do well, and he went out purchasing them while she explained the current circumstances. “That is understandable,” despite being the home climate of the ursur. The Sword thought it unfortunate that Halo had earned such an angst-riddled reputation as of late, but maybe that was because he was biased – it had provided and presided as a shelter and sanctuary for him and so many others. “At least you still get a taste of it in Deepfrost,” snow-wise anyway.
Placing the baked goods into a pouch within his bag of holding, he snagged at his armor still layered within, figuring it’d be a good time to survey the damage and necessary means. “Mm, the gardening. There may be another group ready for planting soon,” and he gestured his jawline in the vague direction of Starfall. He was, at least, content it wasn’t him this round – but the apprehension still lingered for those involved.
As for his own circumstances, he lifted the leviathan scaled portions towards Alys so she’d have a look. “Halo is busy getting our hot springs back, and I am upgrading my armor for now. Thought it would not hurt to be prepared.” Which likely wouldn’t be a surprise, given who he was. “I need to repair the damage already sustained.”
He surveyed the pastries too, as the seer persisted – head tilting as he examined them. One of each would probably do well, and he went out purchasing them while she explained the current circumstances. “That is understandable,” despite being the home climate of the ursur. The Sword thought it unfortunate that Halo had earned such an angst-riddled reputation as of late, but maybe that was because he was biased – it had provided and presided as a shelter and sanctuary for him and so many others. “At least you still get a taste of it in Deepfrost,” snow-wise anyway.
Placing the baked goods into a pouch within his bag of holding, he snagged at his armor still layered within, figuring it’d be a good time to survey the damage and necessary means. “Mm, the gardening. There may be another group ready for planting soon,” and he gestured his jawline in the vague direction of Starfall. He was, at least, content it wasn’t him this round – but the apprehension still lingered for those involved.
As for his own circumstances, he lifted the leviathan scaled portions towards Alys so she’d have a look. “Halo is busy getting our hot springs back, and I am upgrading my armor for now. Thought it would not hurt to be prepared.” Which likely wouldn’t be a surprise, given who he was. “I need to repair the damage already sustained.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
