Deimos
Deimos had been up well before sunrise; customary in the Ignatius household, save for toddlers who were allowed to sleep however long they wished. Committing to his duties throughout the morning, he’d hastened enough time in between patrols, training direction and instruction within the barracks, answer some letters piling up on his desk, and then ultimately attend to Damien’s necessities out amidst the Greenwing.
He came in on eagle form – swift, though not empty-taloned, grasping his bag of holding while Belial soared alongside and Zuriel beneath them, galloping along, each free to glide and unfurl at their own leisure. So his arrival ended up keen and quick, landing, shifting, and tilting his head, investigating the surroundings and sentiments already embarked upon.
“Morning,” he greeted bothDamien and Theea in turn, giving a little arch to his brow at her return in the midst - her mother had said as much – but allowing her to know he was curious about the lingering amidst Halo (and perhaps if she still deigned to join the guild as well). The peryton made his own greeting with a loud, raucous bellow, and the unicorn ignored them all with a wave of her head, tending to some shoots and leaves nearby. Directing his attention back to the one leading the missives and objectives, he nodded his head, shuffling his bag of holding over his shoulder. “I can help in whatever you need.”
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Deimos arrives with his companions in tow and his own tools in his bag.
He came in on eagle form – swift, though not empty-taloned, grasping his bag of holding while Belial soared alongside and Zuriel beneath them, galloping along, each free to glide and unfurl at their own leisure. So his arrival ended up keen and quick, landing, shifting, and tilting his head, investigating the surroundings and sentiments already embarked upon.
“Morning,” he greeted both
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Deimos arrives with his companions in tow and his own tools in his bag.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
