DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Fully aware of Aino’s persistence in educating Sah, Deimos nodded at the confirmation and explanation. There was no judgement in the particulars; family found still conspired into bonds, even if it wasn’t blood. He’d snagged a few in his wake too – even if he habitually lost many along the way – and it spoke of acceptance, credence, faith, rather than an adherence to someone solely based on where they sat amongst one’s lineage. “I have been giving him some lessons in magic. He is quick learner.” And so much more to go; based on the timeframe they’d been allotted before war and upheavals.
With no further need to wax poetical on the subject, his eyes glanced towards Belial – who’d only been sniffing around since his scolding. Considering the beast’s punishment already instilled, the Sword gave him a nod, and the peryton was off; wild and eager, trilling upwards on untamed plumage and eaves, and subsequently seeking out a horde of gourds. And then, once more, dive-bombing them with absolute, raptorial glee.
Shaking his head, the Sword continued onward, rummaging past the basin in the center. “Good,” he rumbled at the notion of soup and baked items, compliance and accord in his steps as he found another, slightly larger pumpkin, spotting him and turning away, swiftly. Somewhat bemused by the exchange, Deimos gave chase, long sweeping strides echoing off the reel of the pews, before he summoned some earthen wake to snag and capture the heathen.
With no further need to wax poetical on the subject, his eyes glanced towards Belial – who’d only been sniffing around since his scolding. Considering the beast’s punishment already instilled, the Sword gave him a nod, and the peryton was off; wild and eager, trilling upwards on untamed plumage and eaves, and subsequently seeking out a horde of gourds. And then, once more, dive-bombing them with absolute, raptorial glee.
Shaking his head, the Sword continued onward, rummaging past the basin in the center. “Good,” he rumbled at the notion of soup and baked items, compliance and accord in his steps as he found another, slightly larger pumpkin, spotting him and turning away, swiftly. Somewhat bemused by the exchange, Deimos gave chase, long sweeping strides echoing off the reel of the pews, before he summoned some earthen wake to snag and capture the heathen.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
