DEIMOS
Beginning to twist some of the stems around one another, he kept his focus and concentration split between the work, his daughter, and Icarus, eyes glancing back and forth, snorting mildly as the soldier waved. Idalia didn’t seem very certain – not like her brother, who absorbed any attention and gave it readily in return - before granting a small wave in mirroring, tiny fingers maneuvering this way and that before swiveling her wide gaze back to the petals in her father’s grasp.
He glanced up upon the explanation – expecting something before it was abruptly cut off. Brow arching, he hid a snicker, for any sentiments of mischief could be extended at the upcoming festival, and while he’d comment on being safe, he certainly wouldn’t hold anyone back on sentiments of antics. It’d be hypocritical, considering how many things he’d gotten into as a youth, and once he’d been relegated to Caido. Keeping the topic safe at hand rather than digging or prying, he understood well the sentiments of keeping things close to one’s chest, his rumble went along the blossoms and gardens. “We are making flower crowns, if that interests you,” though the infant would not be much help.
The questions thereafter compelled him to laugh, as he wasn’t in the habit of picking up random children – then he remembered he’d done just that with Kiada. “Yes. This is Idalia.” Who perked up at her name, grasp coming out quickly and he had to maneuver out of the way of incoming hands towards his beard. “Evie and I have Erebos as well – who you may often see running about. Amhran too, though he was from Rae and raised from a plant,” shrugging thereafter, as if this was normal circumstances.
His stare turned and altered though, upon seeing the tangleweed out and about through the glass walls, as if lying in wait for someone unsuspecting to come around the bend. That’d be something else to take care of upon their departure.
He glanced up upon the explanation – expecting something before it was abruptly cut off. Brow arching, he hid a snicker, for any sentiments of mischief could be extended at the upcoming festival, and while he’d comment on being safe, he certainly wouldn’t hold anyone back on sentiments of antics. It’d be hypocritical, considering how many things he’d gotten into as a youth, and once he’d been relegated to Caido. Keeping the topic safe at hand rather than digging or prying, he understood well the sentiments of keeping things close to one’s chest, his rumble went along the blossoms and gardens. “We are making flower crowns, if that interests you,” though the infant would not be much help.
The questions thereafter compelled him to laugh, as he wasn’t in the habit of picking up random children – then he remembered he’d done just that with Kiada. “Yes. This is Idalia.” Who perked up at her name, grasp coming out quickly and he had to maneuver out of the way of incoming hands towards his beard. “Evie and I have Erebos as well – who you may often see running about. Amhran too, though he was from Rae and raised from a plant,” shrugging thereafter, as if this was normal circumstances.
His stare turned and altered though, upon seeing the tangleweed out and about through the glass walls, as if lying in wait for someone unsuspecting to come around the bend. That’d be something else to take care of upon their departure.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
