DEIMOS
A small smile tucked away in the corners of his mouth for the pup, arching a brow at the embedded, enthusiastic aplomb. A simple nod was given for all the gestures and reels, before he moved on to checking after the deer, grabbing hold of a long rope, extending it out over the prey, and tying it down. Fully intent on ensuring it wasn’t going to go anywhere on their long trek back to the Citadel.Unaware his laughter resonated anything but its token clarity, the Sword maneuvered forward, standing by legs and torso of the elder, for whenever Sah was ready to load it. As for the needles, his head gave another quick bob. “Yes. They can vary in size as well.” Larger points for larger projects – like when they’d once made rugs out of fur in the Artisan’s Guild, what felt like lifetimes ago. Smaller points for more delicate work, like mending clothing, stitching and mending flesh. “Depends on what you want them for.”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
