Deimos
Deimos glanced back at the book once she was done commenting – wondering if his drawings hadn’t been enough – but he nodded just the same, taking the information in. Ignoring the lack of friends part and the absorption into sketching other than amiable parts of childhood (they needn’t parse through that), his head tilted, then put the journal back into its space for whomever to use. “Good. It is helpful to have others on hunts who can recall the necessary details.” Sometimes he was far too busy ensuring everyone stayed alive.
But with that, he didn’t have much else to show on the tour – and he had a feeling she’d be content to wander and meander on her own, exploring different portions of the place without him nearby. “Did you want to see anything else?” Erebos waved from the middle of the chair, giggling, very proud of standing upright on the cushions and supporting himself, as the Sword hovered around the toddler instead.
But with that, he didn’t have much else to show on the tour – and he had a feeling she’d be content to wander and meander on her own, exploring different portions of the place without him nearby. “Did you want to see anything else?” Erebos waved from the middle of the chair, giggling, very proud of standing upright on the cushions and supporting himself, as the Sword hovered around the toddler instead.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
