Steering Erebos away from the food table, once the youth had acquired his preferred duck, he figured they could meander back amidst and amongst the crowd – awaiting deliberations and decisions made by Ludo. With the toddler occupied, Deimos’ could scan the individuals throughout, waiting for the flare of someone’s lantern to be chosen, selected, amidst the potency of Mort’s realm.
His eyes flickered, eventually, like so many others, towards the ignited potency – noticing it was Isla again, permitted to see her ghosts once more. Shrugging, he directed Erebos’ attention towards the festivities, crouching beside his son, while others either parted off or stayed amidst their foils – letting the respite collect a little longer, before they’d eventually collect his artifacts and head home.
His eyes flickered, eventually, like so many others, towards the ignited potency – noticing it was Isla again, permitted to see her ghosts once more. Shrugging, he directed Erebos’ attention towards the festivities, crouching beside his son, while others either parted off or stayed amidst their foils – letting the respite collect a little longer, before they’d eventually collect his artifacts and head home.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
