DEIMOS
His eyes meandered to Kiada, a silent, solemn nod along the brink of snow, uncertainty flooding over him, a mulish pull into their bond, because he loathed the notion of ignorance. I do not know - he’d never seen anything quite like it. Even in Helovia, amidst the decadence and splendor of the Aurora Basin’s rapacious edges, no monsters (other than themselves) had leapt from the rime or glaciers. The beast was loathe to provoke or instigate it – it was a massive thing, and who knew what sort of damage it could wreak. It wasn’t like the flinthopper with its deadly, nefarious fire ripping through dried blades of grass, crackling over the forest’s kindling; it hadn’t done anything wrong, naught an agitating force. His head pricked upwards at Remi’s voice coming through their bonds, his avian head tilting, studying, scrutinizing. Follow it, maybe? But no need to agitate it. A safe distance, a harbor in the storm, where they could watch, examine, and scrutinize without being in harm’s way.
He nodded to Kiada once more, beckoning her closer as he flapped his wings and soared, pressing over boughs and branches as the creature’s towering bulk maneuvered across the abyss, landing nearby, settling into the bounds of curiosity and intrigue. Maybe it was something entirely innocent, lost just as much as the rest of them, pondering and wandering until the end of time.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
