Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
He'd heard bits and pieces about Fiat Lux, and was curious to know more about it, and of course, to help. It was all he could do really, still being so new here, an Outlander, still learning about the traditions and culture of this new world. His presence in the Grounds had become slightly more scarce as he nervously flitted between here and Halo, awaiting Kia's return, suffering through a magically induced sunburn that just wouldn't heal all the while.
"Deimos," he said in greeting to the man, just as curious to see the Artisan's Guild as he was to know more about Fiat Lux. He offered a small smile to the man - he was wearing a broad hat himself, a shield against the sun lest he make his burn worse, and looked out over the preparations for this tasks that the General had laid out, raising a brow at him in silent question, before abandoning all sense and voicing the question anyway: "Flowers?"
"Deimos," he said in greeting to the man, just as curious to see the Artisan's Guild as he was to know more about Fiat Lux. He offered a small smile to the man - he was wearing a broad hat himself, a shield against the sun lest he make his burn worse, and looked out over the preparations for this tasks that the General had laid out, raising a brow at him in silent question, before abandoning all sense and voicing the question anyway: "Flowers?"
CHULANE
