Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“I cannot remember a time I charged my assistance with something,” he murmured, snorting at the notion. They’d helped with every amount of necessity and requirement, and his hands hadn’t been out, expecting compensation. Some had been for the need of mankind, and others had been to undermine efforts from less-than-savory individuals, but they’d banded together to take down barriers, monsters, and ancient gods; he couldn’t quite fathom why house building and rendering seemed to be the more overbearing task. “Deals, certainly,” at which he wrinkled his nose in amusement, thinking of their recent transactions – but for something valuable like information, rather than snatching at whatever coin she had remaining. “I try to entice help by using food, personally,” and he shrugged his shoulders, not ashamed of utilizing the semblances of fresh baked goods and a healthy, hearty breakfast to get things maneuvered around. “The desert may not be appealing to some, but you can make it worth their while.”Whether or not she considered the fire defenses indispensable would depend on the world she reigned, and Colt would have to learn which she found ideal at what time. Inevitability first had always been his key foundations – taking care of the unavoidable and the certain, before maneuvering into the wants.
Tugging at the vessel and listening to Belial chomp down on what was probably nothing more than bones now, he considered the other portions of the Suvahasi – small watering holes, and maybe something more. “Could there be something underground?” It couldn’t be all sand out there, under the tumultuous growth.
