[SWE] Capturing the Sun

Deimos Wild, vicious laughter sprung from between his ribs at Jigano’s mocking recourse, no harm no foul, before he and Jyoti moved on, her singsong, mischievous insight and incitement enough to provoke him into bothering another. His eyes swung back to survey Amalia and Remi’s progress, behind the cloak of garden wares; leaving that option solidified as a movement for later. On their next twist and turn, a serpentine motion where the little whale spun from nose to tail, along the air, in and out again with fanciful, whimsical designs, he scanned the crowd, attempting to choose their next victim. Wessex would, could, smell them and see them coming from a mile away, so he didn’t bother with irritating or annoying her; but then he caught crimson hair nearby, indicating Lily’s presence. The smallest of smirks, of snickers, embedded itself along the depths of his mouth, forming a roguish grin. Jyoti all but clamored for the impending upheaval, and he gestured, appealed, requested her entity, her assistance, for the upcoming cycle. They danced again, though her fins were no longer entangled in his grasp, free and riding along the air, while he calculated options in his sedition. He indicated and pointed out the individual in question, and the little starwhale responded in clear enthusiasm, whisking and winding her stardust path towards the singer, winding around and around in between vermilion, scarlet locks, crooning, cajoling, before Deimos appeared and went to one of the woman’s hands. “Lily,” he grinned, maneuvering her away on the force of a spin. “How are you?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime