DEIMOS
He did manage a muffled laugh at the inquiries pinpointing directly to the Mathair; because the whole situation, looking back on it, had been humorous and ridiculous, even in the dangerous plumes. “She is back in the Greatwood.” Where she was meant to be. With a wry grin, not riveted anywhere other than the ceiling he stared upon, he snorted at the mental images coasting through. “She thought about eating Remi and I. Said your father was too stringy.” A shrug, for a pitch of humor. “Summoned a flock of gore crows and that seemed to satisfy her instead.” His hands came together briefly, to resemble a snake, and then widened as if they were a jaw unhinged – devouring everything in sight.
The Sword probably wanted to scream too – but had never been the kind that unleashed the pent-up volition; other than in vehemence and violence, and none of that was to be found here. He didn’t have all the answers; wouldn’t ever believe that he did. Each step within Caido was a newfound one, seemingly drawn out of myths and legends they were still trying to learn at every turn.
So the suggestion made him turn, pivoting away from magma flows, a brow arched, a snort billowing through. The savagery in her eyes was altogether different, but he wouldn’t begrudge her the moment of anything but a general surprise; not when there were so many piercing, vehement chords in his own soul. “Sure.” A grin – not menacing, but very juvenile wrapped its way around his mouth; boyish calamity when potential violence was at hand. “Strange they came this far though. I thought they only stayed within the Grounds.”
The Sword probably wanted to scream too – but had never been the kind that unleashed the pent-up volition; other than in vehemence and violence, and none of that was to be found here. He didn’t have all the answers; wouldn’t ever believe that he did. Each step within Caido was a newfound one, seemingly drawn out of myths and legends they were still trying to learn at every turn.
So the suggestion made him turn, pivoting away from magma flows, a brow arched, a snort billowing through. The savagery in her eyes was altogether different, but he wouldn’t begrudge her the moment of anything but a general surprise; not when there were so many piercing, vehement chords in his own soul. “Sure.” A grin – not menacing, but very juvenile wrapped its way around his mouth; boyish calamity when potential violence was at hand. “Strange they came this far though. I thought they only stayed within the Grounds.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
