DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
“I did not realize I was restricted to the beach,” came with a roll of his eyes, intending to be playful, juvenile, and cheeky – mostly yanking at her chain while he persisted in his search. Crouching for a moment to study another flower, his eyes narrowed, before moving on, passing through more of the brush and pathways along the water’s edge. “We did end up going to the sea,” he offered in return, wrinkling his nose, expecting another course of questions and trying to parse through.
Her ventures seemed tied back to King’s End though, and he didn’t pry any further – figuring she had business or whatever else occupying her wiles as she took the scenic route. Nodding, his gaze went back to the dolphins for a moment, noticing them watching his companion as the peryton soared over, some of them shooting water from their mouths. The deer seemed to revel in it though, chirping back at them, but his brows furrowed, eyes narrowing speculatively, sending a silent warning to the flying cretin, before turning his attention back to the Seer. “Things going well for you?”
Her ventures seemed tied back to King’s End though, and he didn’t pry any further – figuring she had business or whatever else occupying her wiles as she took the scenic route. Nodding, his gaze went back to the dolphins for a moment, noticing them watching his companion as the peryton soared over, some of them shooting water from their mouths. The deer seemed to revel in it though, chirping back at them, but his brows furrowed, eyes narrowing speculatively, sending a silent warning to the flying cretin, before turning his attention back to the Seer. “Things going well for you?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
