this is the reckoning
Glancing around, more and more shuffled their way towards the bonfire, and the Sword and youth could head in any particular direction. Given Erebos’ inclination (and his own, if he was being honest) towards the food stalls, Deimos figured they could meander that way and sample the hoard of wares and proclivities, snag some for Evie and Amhran, then head home. In between though, he waved towards Dantalion, Astaroth, and Marcus, and then, surprisingly, the Keeper of the Flame’s approach. “ Nina,” he granted with a short nod of his head. Figuring this sort of celebration would be favorable to her, rather than the latter, he granted a small smile. “Enjoying yourself?” His gaze roamed to the companion, watching the ball of fire mingle throughout the whirl of the crowd, briefly amused.
Thereafter though, because they were going to roam, he gave a brief explanation. “We are headed to the food and souvenirs, if you want to join.” Then, on a singular breath, he shifted and altered form, intending to be a bit more comfortable in the haze – hellhound missions, given their inclinations towards this sort of climate. Waiting to see if she’d take the bestowal and for Erebos to get on his back, he began to meander over towards the intended destination; aromas all the more ambient and enticing given the increased senses.
Thereafter though, because they were going to roam, he gave a brief explanation. “We are headed to the food and souvenirs, if you want to join.” Then, on a singular breath, he shifted and altered form, intending to be a bit more comfortable in the haze – hellhound missions, given their inclinations towards this sort of climate. Waiting to see if she’d take the bestowal and for Erebos to get on his back, he began to meander over towards the intended destination; aromas all the more ambient and enticing given the increased senses.
DEIMOS
