Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
What a bizarre situation. Deimos only had his own experiences with relationships to reflect upon, or histories expounded and expanded from other worlds – some political, most not based on how their kingdoms aligned, allied, and broke – and his contentment with Amalia, everything else seemed confusing. A fall out and yelling, screaming at one another, as a foundation to marriage sounded like some sort of mangled, self-inflicted torture. The notion of why bother filtered and flickered through his brain; but in the end, he supposed it was none of his business. It was for Sunjata and the midwife to explore, navigate, and consequentially alter; their own morphing scheme of challenges, bluffs, and conundrums.
Leaving Sunjata’s marital paradox into silence, his ears heard a quiet murmuring of follow me begin. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, like a strange chattering, and because he’d been lured by siren wails, moth to flame tendencies before, he narrowed his eyes in speculation. “Hear that?” He grumbled, a whisper so when the voices rose, he was barely a snippet on the breeze. Friend or foe machinations – and he always presumed the latter, based on their current whereabouts and terrain, obstinately stretching his limbs in the opposite direction from the squirrel insistence. Perhaps the griffin wanted a snack, an opportunity for further hunting, as they marched on.
Leaving Sunjata’s marital paradox into silence, his ears heard a quiet murmuring of follow me begin. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, like a strange chattering, and because he’d been lured by siren wails, moth to flame tendencies before, he narrowed his eyes in speculation. “Hear that?” He grumbled, a whisper so when the voices rose, he was barely a snippet on the breeze. Friend or foe machinations – and he always presumed the latter, based on their current whereabouts and terrain, obstinately stretching his limbs in the opposite direction from the squirrel insistence. Perhaps the griffin wanted a snack, an opportunity for further hunting, as they marched on.
DEIMOS
