[SWE] Festival of Lights - 320PC

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us It only took half a moment before the trade had commenced, and Deimos returned in bird form, quite eager and ready to set off when the moment proved right. His gaze went from Erebos to the rest of the milling crowd, watching curiously as his son interacted with the other child. He didn’t recognize the youth – but it was likely he’d missed a birth announcement or two, knowing of Remi and Ronin’s twins, but scarcely any others. So he hovered nearby, protective and shielding, watching as the youth filled up mutual plates, then over to where Ludo appeared – the announcement and movement commencing into which individual would be given brief life after death. His head tilted at the notions and semblances of Harper, a name from years ago, of fellow Safrin followers and aspirations, summoning a long and slow breath. But those threads were for Sohalia, and he began to make his way over to his son and the pile of food, intending to make their trip short and to the point. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left