[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 320PC

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The announcement that the Feast of Bells was to be in the Oerwoud had left him with that deepened sense of dread. He could never quite shake the trepidation, due to years of existing within Caido’s orbit, and after events in the Peepholes, he’d gone back and forth on attending at all. The notions that something else could occur never quite left his mind; but he also didn’t want to be left in the dark, ignorant, when information could be on the line. Especially once he’d received Colt’s word about the monster, potentially adjacent and parallel to things occurring in the jungle. So, begrudgingly (and curiously), he went with Erebos. Even that left him hovering – because while the youth held no suspicion or furtive measures, Deimos would end up being the towering giant nearby, gaze flickering everywhere, trying to find a threat before anything had started. His stare went from Erebos to others beginning to gather and back again, taking a few deep breaths and catching the aromas, then the sights, of the food. Ensuring his bell, vastly ornamental and meant to represent Halo in its all glory, was in his pocket, he then advanced upon the table, glancing again to his son. “What do you want first?” -- Bell made here: [SE] Unbe-bell-ievable master of nothing place; of recoil and grace