[SE] warm and real and bright

DEIMOS

what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength

The Wilds were a safer ground to remark upon; especially in their array and variety. There were multitudes he remained completely unaware of, and the unknown was always a compelling thing. So he listened as she described the Feverlands (not a place he’d yet to sojourn through), absentmindedly scratching the top of Belial’s head as the peryton begged for attention. His features remained a reticent veneer as his mind worked away, brows furrowing slightly on the hinge of another question. “Were you ever…teleported elsewhere?” He wasn’t sure how best to describe it, other than being reformed in some other land – uncertain how many others had experienced the same thing he and Aisha had on their hunt. “A friend and I started in King’s End and were somehow moved to the Ouerwoud.” If he asked around enough, would someone eventually have an answer?

But his face rounded back into a warm pinnacle of laughter, a shake of his head, at the mention of Hotaru. “Oh, I am certain they are one and the same.” He couldn’t imagine two of them; terrible notions. “She is like a sister to me.” Sibling bonds, ties to reigns, and sometimes supreme ridiculousness all for the sake of trying to mend and stitch themselves back together. A fond smile curled its way through his mouth, and then his eyes descended along the miniature Basin, striving to find some flaws in it to bend and mend. “Sounds like she was on her best behavior. Did you find anything while you were there?” He had a theory on some poisonous birds layered in the midst.

still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke