DEIMOS
Prying his long hair out of his face and into a messy bun, Deimos and Idalia contemplated their choices, more so the former over the latter, before moving onto the array of blossoms nearby. When another entered, presuming for much the same reasons the Sword and his daughter had, both heads turned towards the newcomer. The Warden arched a brow as he was suddenly bombarded with the soldier’s snap to attention, but the infant gurgled something incoherent, then went about her business with placing sticky fingers into her mouth.
The regret baffled him – but he paid it no mind, shaking his head, granting an amiable greeting. “No need to apologize. Everyone is welcome here. It is why we have it.” A place to snag and have food and resources that, without the greenhouse, would otherwise be unavailable to them, save for some expensive importing. He surveyed the warrior for a moment, a brief scrutiny, wondering if everything was all right or something else was lingering below the surface. Icarus always came across as far too serious. And that was coming from someone like Deimos.
Plucking at a few stems and flowers, each in a deep shade of blue or green, he brought them over to the closest worktable. No longer occupied by her own digits, Idalia loosened a squeal at the soft petals, but he kept them firmly out of her reach, opting to address Icarus once more. “Were you looking for anything in particular?” Given Evie and Amhran’s time within, it’d even been the location for his and Evie’s wedding, he knew his way around the building; could probably point the youth in the right direction.
The regret baffled him – but he paid it no mind, shaking his head, granting an amiable greeting. “No need to apologize. Everyone is welcome here. It is why we have it.” A place to snag and have food and resources that, without the greenhouse, would otherwise be unavailable to them, save for some expensive importing. He surveyed the warrior for a moment, a brief scrutiny, wondering if everything was all right or something else was lingering below the surface. Icarus always came across as far too serious. And that was coming from someone like Deimos.
Plucking at a few stems and flowers, each in a deep shade of blue or green, he brought them over to the closest worktable. No longer occupied by her own digits, Idalia loosened a squeal at the soft petals, but he kept them firmly out of her reach, opting to address Icarus once more. “Were you looking for anything in particular?” Given Evie and Amhran’s time within, it’d even been the location for his and Evie’s wedding, he knew his way around the building; could probably point the youth in the right direction.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
