[PQ] spirit cold

Deimos An arch of a brow, a curl of a smile at the joke from the Lullaby, shaking his head as he cast his supplies down upon the river’s bank. “Not at all. But you seemed quite occupied.” So the beast followed down at his summons, stepping into the river without so much as a pause, wading through the water with his stature, precision, and might. If the rivulet or current thought to give him any trouble, he could always manifest the water incantations emblazoned through his veins. His eyes drifted towards the L beams, the stones, and the height of their dominion. Unbothered, and intending to secure his feet somewhere where the rocks wouldn’t cause a fall, he sought to lift them out of the Stonesong. -- Deimos goes to lift the brackets! Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime