Deimos
With Belril addressed, the beast set motions out towards more set-up, hands full of materials for the hot chocolate and cider stall when a pulse came through the bond. Familiar and resounding, the Sword tilted his head in its direction, snorting, and then laughing, as the one moose open sleigh came pummeling through the snow. Kiada seated within lightened spirits and his mood in far more favorable directions, and he placed his wares down for those handling the station, before motioning towards the pair.
There was already a challenge immersed – he could feel it, sense it, thrived on the provocations, on the stokings and instigations. Maybe it was a flaw. Maybe it was a ploy. Maybe it was amusement and did little harm, save for in battle (and then he used it for destruction, for demolition).
But not here. Today was for amusements and diversions, for the present.
The fact that Kiada had never utilized a sled in the Basin surprised him, but then again, a wild childhood had other clarities and depictions there. It scarcely mattered anyway. She could learn here. His head tilted towards, jaw jutting forward, the closest, and wandered forward, grabbing hold of the long string dangling from its front edges. “Walk up the hill.” The path clearly marked, a far gentler and easier slope than the one he’d provided for rampaging descent. “Take the sled with you. When you get to the top, get on it, and enjoy the ride down.” Simple enough; though maybe he’d add in some other factors later (the notion of snowballs careening, races, or just hellbent mischief clattered through the Machiavellian properties).
Aiding in additional demonstration, Deimos committed to exactly those steps – long limbs carrying him up the slope, until he crested the makeshift knoll. Coordinating his movements, he nudged it towards where everything began to fall away, and sat down within its confines, grabbing hold of the strand. With a snicker, he proudly grinned, before launching hellbound – leaning forward to increase speed, pace, and diligence; years of holding his golden eagle form readying him for onslaught and lack of terror in the haste. For show, at the very end, as he came hastening towards the couple, he turned, and angled, ensuring the sled followed through in a spray of powder and snow sent straight at them.
There was already a challenge immersed – he could feel it, sense it, thrived on the provocations, on the stokings and instigations. Maybe it was a flaw. Maybe it was a ploy. Maybe it was amusement and did little harm, save for in battle (and then he used it for destruction, for demolition).
But not here. Today was for amusements and diversions, for the present.
The fact that Kiada had never utilized a sled in the Basin surprised him, but then again, a wild childhood had other clarities and depictions there. It scarcely mattered anyway. She could learn here. His head tilted towards, jaw jutting forward, the closest, and wandered forward, grabbing hold of the long string dangling from its front edges. “Walk up the hill.” The path clearly marked, a far gentler and easier slope than the one he’d provided for rampaging descent. “Take the sled with you. When you get to the top, get on it, and enjoy the ride down.” Simple enough; though maybe he’d add in some other factors later (the notion of snowballs careening, races, or just hellbent mischief clattered through the Machiavellian properties).
Aiding in additional demonstration, Deimos committed to exactly those steps – long limbs carrying him up the slope, until he crested the makeshift knoll. Coordinating his movements, he nudged it towards where everything began to fall away, and sat down within its confines, grabbing hold of the strand. With a snicker, he proudly grinned, before launching hellbound – leaning forward to increase speed, pace, and diligence; years of holding his golden eagle form readying him for onslaught and lack of terror in the haste. For show, at the very end, as he came hastening towards the couple, he turned, and angled, ensuring the sled followed through in a spray of powder and snow sent straight at them.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
