DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Alys’ appearance through the mist and murk earned her a nod of greeting, rather than the beckoning across the waters. Belial, content with his mission, took flight again, immediately rustling through the trees, loudly interrupting several other birds. He snorted at the seer’s inquiry though, huffing a breath as if peeved at the question, though clearly drawn in pretenses, given his grin. “Everyone is always telling me to get out of Halo, and when I do, I am questioned.” Shrugging his shoulders, he loosened a portion of his bag of holding, reaching in to show wares he'd already snagged. “Getting some plants I thought Evie and Amhran might like for the greenhouse.” Or simply for themselves.
Zuriel snorted from the distance, muzzle reaching for a few leaves and munching away contentedly while the humans discussed. Not to leave her out of the same line of questioning, he arched his brow, taking a few steps more to the shoreline, intrigued by a few watery herbs. “And you?” Though, thereafter, his attention still went to the dolphins nearby, watching as they dove down below and rose back up some moments later, casting playful but specious distinctions towards one another.
Zuriel snorted from the distance, muzzle reaching for a few leaves and munching away contentedly while the humans discussed. Not to leave her out of the same line of questioning, he arched his brow, taking a few steps more to the shoreline, intrigued by a few watery herbs. “And you?” Though, thereafter, his attention still went to the dolphins nearby, watching as they dove down below and rose back up some moments later, casting playful but specious distinctions towards one another.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
