Deimos
you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want
never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
It didn’t take long to forge trades with the merchant; an exchange of pelts and goods for coin Deimos could utilize later. Granting his thanks and summation of other information, he turned to go when another voice called his name – arching a brow, he shifted slightly to see Astaroth there amidst his own wares, though a bit more macabre than the interim he’d just passed. “Asta,” he nodded, snorting at the implication of an additional luxere. The newborn youth barely peeked over the rim of the carrier on his chest, just enough to see wide blue eyes, before closing them again, wholly unbothered and pretending as if she hadn’t caused multiple ruckuses the entire length of the journey. “This is Idalia,” and he patted the luxere hat lightly, not wanting to already cause some more wakeful and youthful energy (screeching).never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
His gaze flickered back to the interim at large, gazing at the skulls and braziers – the proportions of inevitable pieces. Curiosity and inquiry wound their way through, hastened on a rumble. “Did not realize you were part of the guild. What are you making?”
