lightning glance [Seasonal Event]

One thing she absolutely adored about Deimos, is that the man seemed completely unphased about the change in her voice. It was like he didn’t even notice, and she could make all the innuendos and be as flirtatious as ever with her voice toward him and the man wouldn’t even blink. It made life easier, almost like she hadn’t even changed her voice at all – and she could relax around him easily with it without having to explain. So she continued to work, creating the kindling they both would require, and moving to add the piles to the sled while he chopped away at the bigger pieces. His voice cut across to her and she offered him a bright smile in response. It was true, he probably already knew all of the important things that she did – that they were stuck within this barrier and that there was a creature that guarded the spire. That it had killed someone. But he knew that too, she stood right beside him during the meeting. So what else had she learned? That you can interact with the gods here? Some of them were kind apparently and others vindictive? She huffed quietly under her breath while she worked, not entirely sure what to say at first. “I met the most beautiful god named Frey.” She offered a bit unhelpfully. Rolling her shoulders in a shrug as she moved to drop the kindling into the sled and continue to work on some more. “Other than that, just the same as you.” She added with a quiet huffed laugh, the gesture causing her breath to puff in front of her face. She worked on a bit more kindling before figuring that it was probably enough for them, and moved to put the hatchet back and help Deimos load the cut firewood. RexannA nothing ever ends poetically. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.

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