DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Thank you extended its way to the griffin as she brought over the portions and pieces of gourd. While Noah spoke, Deimos separated the seeds from the pulp, positioning the remains of rinds and proportions over the fire, listening to them all crackle and roast as he measured temperatures out adequately. It was easier to grapple with than the subject matter, than the volley of more losses again and again, leading him to wonder just how many more times, with how many more of their own, they’d have to face before this was all over.But he nodded in accord and agreement. “We can freeze and store them.” Just as they’d done in Halo; with winter pressing in on them. His eyes narrowed for a fraction, pondering over the next round of dilemmas and debacles. “When you return, we can start building some shelters.” Roosting all evening in a tree, with Belial as lookout, had been fine up until this point, but still not restful. And with Deepfrost coming, it wouldn't be quite as adequate.
Once the seeds had been roasted, he passed those over to both griffin and Sentinel, and worked on parsing out the pumpkin as well.
Unite and spread the heart apart
