Deimos
“That does not surprise me,” he mused, steadying his breath as the rest of the screams pooled and pulled away, but leaving a distinct impression that would linger in the back of his mind for a while. He’d much rather focus on Kiada, on the hunt, on good news prospering for a change, rather than the detrimental wakes that once tied and knotted everything together. “Anything exciting happening in the Grounds?”
Her own ebullience wafted and floated though, and he granted another grin as she curled back against him. “Thank you, and we will take you up on it,” as much as a challenge or dare. “Towards the end of Leafchange.” A change in the usual winter birthday alignments; what that conveyed, other than different timing, he couldn’t say. Tilting his head a little and beginning to wind his way around the tree, mostly so they could begin their hunt, his brows furrowed slightly, a weight on his mind. “Have you heard from Ru lately?”
Her own ebullience wafted and floated though, and he granted another grin as she curled back against him. “Thank you, and we will take you up on it,” as much as a challenge or dare. “Towards the end of Leafchange.” A change in the usual winter birthday alignments; what that conveyed, other than different timing, he couldn’t say. Tilting his head a little and beginning to wind his way around the tree, mostly so they could begin their hunt, his brows furrowed slightly, a weight on his mind. “Have you heard from Ru lately?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
