I carried my own ashes to the mountains
It’d begun to feel like a rinse and repeat motion to the actions – and while that was a customary thing in his schedule (at least with routines; but there was progress in those), the lack of anything still left that imminent frustration beginning to build through his shoulders. Deimos might have been a person of patience and consideration, but with timelines burdening amongst his mind, it left him wondering if he’d be better suited to simply biding other methods and means.
Regardless, he and Erebos were back in the aperture of the Wildwood, his watchful gaze settled on the toddler as the youth bobbed back and forth on his still customary gangly gait and stride. It meant their progress was slow, but it gave Deimos more than enough time to watch the surroundings, or peel another leaf out of his son’s mouth. Or to snag some things that Evie might find suitable.
Sighing, he glanced back at Sunjata. “Do you think others are having any luck?”
Regardless, he and Erebos were back in the aperture of the Wildwood, his watchful gaze settled on the toddler as the youth bobbed back and forth on his still customary gangly gait and stride. It meant their progress was slow, but it gave Deimos more than enough time to watch the surroundings, or peel another leaf out of his son’s mouth. Or to snag some things that Evie might find suitable.
Sighing, he glanced back at Sunjata. “Do you think others are having any luck?”
DEIMOS
