Deimos
The season’s influence and alteration wasn’t much of a surprise; this year seemed to go all out when it came to elemental fixations in the climate (though he’d yet to hear the screaming adornments). So beneath the branches and brambles of the Mathair, Deimos quietly waited, unbothered by the haze or occasional drip, standing amidst the roots, quietly examining and scrutinizing while he bided time before Kiada’s arrival; occasionally snagging at some of the water cascading down and making a cascade or ripple of the filaments, letting them embark slowly or on a brief torrent of air, wild makeshift patterns of amusement that Erebos would have appreciated.
But this wasn’t about his son – today was dedicated to Kiada, and all the news that came with family endeavors. Presuming she’d been getting along well with Fox, marriage, and things in the Grounds, he hadn’t heard otherwise, the intentions were to deliver announcements in person (though the invitation had been by letter, naturally), and then perhaps hunt and gallivant through the forest, snagging and snatching what they could for the Leafchange goddess.
But this wasn’t about his son – today was dedicated to Kiada, and all the news that came with family endeavors. Presuming she’d been getting along well with Fox, marriage, and things in the Grounds, he hadn’t heard otherwise, the intentions were to deliver announcements in person (though the invitation had been by letter, naturally), and then perhaps hunt and gallivant through the forest, snagging and snatching what they could for the Leafchange goddess.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
