DEIMOS
A shared appreciation for the cloak earned another smile; though Deimos would withhold his judgments until he could utilize the item adequately. There were a wealth of ideas stored in his calculating mind, eyes slinking over the horizon, towards caves, towards those left behind, even if their souls were long gone, before reeling back, catching Loren’s words. “Hopefully. We shall see.”Even if the information would’ve been granted in some other faction, and perhaps a mess of other proportions and masses, at least Loren had learned something out of his follies. A great many never had, and repeated the same mistakes over and over, expecting difference that would never be apparent. Perhaps it would remain to be seen if the lesson orchestrated beyond these moments and clarities of thought; or if the Firebrand would need reminders again.
Grabbing hold of the rest of his belongings, and ensuring the lantern was in his grasp, the beast made efforts to depart. “I will not keep you then.” Zuriel took the hint, rising from her position, offering Astra a swift bump of her muzzle. Then Deimos waved, intent on returning to the town, sagacity heightened over the bizarre stretch of events, still entirely grateful he hadn’t been caught in that particular branch of chaos.
{FIN}
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
