Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The silence from them wasn’t what he expected, and a brow arched as it extended onward. For his own amusements, he spun the tangleweed slowly, watching as it barely writhed around. From this angle and persuasion, it didn’t seem threatening at all. But if it had been on the ground once more, immersed in the snow, hidden and exploitative, that could be another story. He wouldn’t want any of his citizens plagued upon by anything; even if it was a simple combination of sticks, ice, and barbs.Icarus speaking up meant his focus split from newfound creatures to the younger soldier, head tilting while he listened. The rest of the soldiers seemed to rally behind this fruition, nodding along in accord and agreement rather than bemused and befuddled faces. “We could,” pleased enough with the response, granting a nod of encouragement and approval for Icarus being willing to come up with anything in the quiet. “Study and examine. See what can occur.” Almost like hypothesizing, but with creatures instead of scientific means. Holding it aloft in mid-air, he extended one palm and through a gilded glow, contorted and created a piece of parchment and charcoal alongside. “Before we do anything though, it should be recorded. It can go into the guild files, and elsewhere.” Another warrior, known for their artistic denizens, snapped up the offered adornments swiftly. While the other sketched and outlined, the Sword perused the weed again, snorting a little under his breath. “There was a variant in Torchline recently too,” so that could mean Rae and Frey were spreading them outwards, or something else lingering amongst the surface. Unsurprisingly, he’d instantly set that one ablaze.
Once the youth had finished, the Warden granted more opportunities and chances. “So how do we test it?”
