DEIMOS
When the Sword’s suggestion wasn’t readily taken, he shrugged, continuing his work of blending the hues together through managed stems and petals. “We all start somewhere,” he mentioned instead, granting a wrinkled nose of amusement. His first iterations had been busts as well, in the rounds of Fiat Lux, until others ultimately gifted them to him partially out of pity. By the second festival iteration, he and Kiada had been cannoning them across the wakes of the fields, enjoying the sentiments before everything else came crashing down with it. Rather than meander through those glimpses though, he’d make a matching set for his family, starting with the one strapped to his chest.
Once he’d completed the circlet, he fit it over her dark hair and curls for a moment, testing out the size, then promptly snagging it away before she had a chance to clutch and pull on it. By then though, she was occupied by Icarus’s movements, eyes wide and watching as his fingers moved in another wave, then a salute, that had her smiling in earnest, before babbling and gurgling something incoherent, hands pulling on the fabric around her. Eventually, she gave one squeal of delight, then mimicked the salute movement, but only made it halfway to her head, ultimately distracted by the blossoms once more.
The tangleweed was just another thing, and he sighed, gaze going back towards it. “Probably be more after that. We will just have to get rid of them as we seem them.” Luckily they weren’t strong and durable; a quick flick of magic spelled the end.
At his offer though, he snorted. “It is appreciated, but it will not last. She tries to eat everything.” Hence why he’d managed to maintain everything out of her reach. “Use it for yourself. Or the offering.”
Once he’d completed the circlet, he fit it over her dark hair and curls for a moment, testing out the size, then promptly snagging it away before she had a chance to clutch and pull on it. By then though, she was occupied by Icarus’s movements, eyes wide and watching as his fingers moved in another wave, then a salute, that had her smiling in earnest, before babbling and gurgling something incoherent, hands pulling on the fabric around her. Eventually, she gave one squeal of delight, then mimicked the salute movement, but only made it halfway to her head, ultimately distracted by the blossoms once more.
The tangleweed was just another thing, and he sighed, gaze going back towards it. “Probably be more after that. We will just have to get rid of them as we seem them.” Luckily they weren’t strong and durable; a quick flick of magic spelled the end.
At his offer though, he snorted. “It is appreciated, but it will not last. She tries to eat everything.” Hence why he’d managed to maintain everything out of her reach. “Use it for yourself. Or the offering.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
