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Deimos He petulantly ignored her attempts to shake him off, maneuvering along the top of her cranium as if she hadn’t motioned along at all. He lessened the weight so she wasn’t actually supporting his figure, just remaining obnoxious and close, chiseling along things he didn’t get to have before. So he simply listened again, remaining in the calming ambience, the back and forth, the mischief and the melee, as she proposed her intentions for the upcoming season. With her not going towards the stretch of LongNight’s claws and knives, it made sense to avoid it altogether, now that they had the opportunity. The Sword had already immersed himself into overprotective ranges, intending to stay within confines and boundaries, instilling doors if he could find qualifying candidates – so he mulled and mused, gaze not leaving the shoreline. “We are likely sending over some Grounders willing to go to Halo for Deepfrost.” How many or who was a current underlying factor, and they’d only know once they’d posted the announcement and gathered things in order. “Would you help watch over them?” Another set of strong, determined eyes to ensure safety and logic, that they wouldn't do anything foolish, ridiculous, or rash. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime