Deimos
He should’ve expected the litany of questions to follow thereafter, knowing Nova enough by now, but the sudden bombardment made his eyes widen for half a moment. Rather than answer them all at once, he pondered the sentiments, snagging at the sled as they traversed further down the snow-laden pathway, fully intent on accomplishing his missions as she talked. “Yes. A fire weapon.” The Infernobow, wherever that had ended up, made for more implosions on the Ascended themselves, but that had been how Wessex had ordered the armament, despite his misgivings and implications on the matter towards the Wraith.
To the others though, he gave a shake of his head. “Nothing with sparkles or too much color, unless someone wanted it that way. Like a cloak.” Of which he couldn’t recall an instant where that lingered – save for Kiada’s crimson designations for traversing into Halo, and Evie’s rings had been made to order. Anybody else’s were furnished with purpose in their design, rather than bright, illustrious hues. “But everything can come down to preference.” He shrugged, not much of a bedazzler when it came to his artifacts and rendering, but he could see where Nova might incline towards those regards.
To the others though, he gave a shake of his head. “Nothing with sparkles or too much color, unless someone wanted it that way. Like a cloak.” Of which he couldn’t recall an instant where that lingered – save for Kiada’s crimson designations for traversing into Halo, and Evie’s rings had been made to order. Anybody else’s were furnished with purpose in their design, rather than bright, illustrious hues. “But everything can come down to preference.” He shrugged, not much of a bedazzler when it came to his artifacts and rendering, but he could see where Nova might incline towards those regards.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
