Deimos had been to Frey’s Breath on a number of occasions – and with no painful memories to coexist within those spans, he remained wholly unbothered as they neared the Climb’s pool of steam and warmth. Besides, Colt had assisted with Halo’s hunting endeavors, so he could return the favor of snagging spring water – easily done. Already twisting his hair off his neck into a messy bun, his eyes flickered in all bout of directions, surveying, perhaps out of habit for so many travels into the area, for signs of flowers or distractions, dangers, and deterrents.
Conjuring several containers within the palm of his hands, creation magic flickering and flowing with an ease of breath and lungs, he handed some over to Colt, snorting at the insinuations. “Would any of you use it?” Ice baths sounded fantastic in theory, but the minutes required within, and then the subsequent jumping out, might not have yielded the amount of time to glorify and honor the request. “You are always welcome to try our ocean,” he wrinkled his nose, testing her patience on purpose; knowing no one would rightly walk and waltz into their icy, glassy bay with any semblance of sense.
Conjuring several containers within the palm of his hands, creation magic flickering and flowing with an ease of breath and lungs, he handed some over to Colt, snorting at the insinuations. “Would any of you use it?” Ice baths sounded fantastic in theory, but the minutes required within, and then the subsequent jumping out, might not have yielded the amount of time to glorify and honor the request. “You are always welcome to try our ocean,” he wrinkled his nose, testing her patience on purpose; knowing no one would rightly walk and waltz into their icy, glassy bay with any semblance of sense.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
