DEIMOS
“For Noah,” and therein he turned his attention back to the design, implementing a few antlers along the sides – details to impart within his mind before he went into contorting the incantations. “Figured he might as well receive something decent for a change,” especially with Korbin’s death, with Halo’s twists and turns, with eventuality of other oncoming seasons. With war brimming closer, looming, swifter and keener still. Even in the lull, he could still feel it pressing down along his spine, an ancient and barbaric old friend. “It should be able to make the arrows contain fire.” By way of further explanation, and then naught else, stretching out his limbs again, head rising, eyes following lines of the nearby flames before tilting his attention back to her.That she required nothing from him was something of a relief, and his shoulders eased that particular burden away. He smirked at the indication she’d strived to catch up. “What else do you need for your arrowheads?” There’d be plenty of stone about somewhere, perhaps even within the maze itself.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
