DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
His brow arched at the sentiments and explanation – because while one didn’t exactly expect prizes from a spontaneous egg hunt to grant such powers – the unpredictable nature of Caido meant he also wasn’t wholly surprised. Given how he’d come to his fire incantations with minimal effort, save for thinking perhaps it’d been simply passed down from his own father, he couldn’t really argue the front. The youth had certainly practiced his magic, but he’d also not been capable of doing so for very long, given his newfound age. “Interesting,” for it was, and he had no better foundation for it. Trusting Erebos could fathom the distinctions between the basic principles to mastery in its form, he simply waited for the display.
At which he had to smile again, watching as the bubbles appeared, all under Erebos’ own merit and skills, before cascading into droplets, as if they’d found a minor raincloud. He joined in the youth’s excitement, granting a larger grin. “Very well done. That is a good skill to have.” His head tilted, eager to educate but wanting his son to find it on his own terms – ask when he was ready, rather than immediately diving in. “Do you want to try more?”
At which he had to smile again, watching as the bubbles appeared, all under Erebos’ own merit and skills, before cascading into droplets, as if they’d found a minor raincloud. He joined in the youth’s excitement, granting a larger grin. “Very well done. That is a good skill to have.” His head tilted, eager to educate but wanting his son to find it on his own terms – ask when he was ready, rather than immediately diving in. “Do you want to try more?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
