Deimos
He didn’t know Iskra well enough to ascertain whether or not it’d be all right to laugh in response to the curse ordeal – so he muffled a snort, trying to keep it mostly to himself. There were worse things. If he figured it wouldn’t make it back to Ru somehow, he could’ve relayed the time she was turned ugly. “Not too bad then,” he offered instead, the light wrinkle to his nose as they worked. Erebos took a liking to swinging one lantern in his hands back and forth, until Deimos gave him a glance, and the toddler giggled before placing it nearby.
The following notions made his brow furrow though, rising back up from his crouch as he made more beacons. “I did know that, however, there is no specific shrine dedicated to Ludo in Halo.” Unless Noah was off making another one he wasn’t aware of. Again. Tilting his head, and wondering how Iskra had been confused by the ordeal, he shrugged. “Both of ours in the Citadel and Sea of Glass are for all the Old Gods.” If the Abandoned wanted to cultivate a better relationship with the raggedy herald, perhaps somewhere warmer would be beneficial.
Erebos giggled again, letting forth a bright squeal, the moment more fire came into play. Clearly delighted, he watched as Iskra brought the flames into the lanterns, clapping in glee, before taking another one of his father’s lanterns. “It will come with time, and practice,” Deimos noted; knowing that sometimes patience wasn’t the signature virtue of many. “Some seem to come automatically, and others with persistence.”
The following notions made his brow furrow though, rising back up from his crouch as he made more beacons. “I did know that, however, there is no specific shrine dedicated to Ludo in Halo.” Unless Noah was off making another one he wasn’t aware of. Again. Tilting his head, and wondering how Iskra had been confused by the ordeal, he shrugged. “Both of ours in the Citadel and Sea of Glass are for all the Old Gods.” If the Abandoned wanted to cultivate a better relationship with the raggedy herald, perhaps somewhere warmer would be beneficial.
Erebos giggled again, letting forth a bright squeal, the moment more fire came into play. Clearly delighted, he watched as Iskra brought the flames into the lanterns, clapping in glee, before taking another one of his father’s lanterns. “It will come with time, and practice,” Deimos noted; knowing that sometimes patience wasn’t the signature virtue of many. “Some seem to come automatically, and others with persistence.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
