DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The first comment earned very widened eyes – for his thoughts were instantly towards Kiada and the constant reeling of failure – before he tried to laugh the notions away. Instead, he pinpointed on the other proportions, while Belial grumbled and flailed in his grasp. “They went home. But I tend to be curious.” (Nosey.) “We did not have many swamps in my old world.” Just ones layered and littered with bones that occasionally harbored wraiths and other things capable of rising from the dead. He arched a brow at the insinuation the remaining, small gathering hadn’t bothered her – snorting away at the ominous undertones. Perhaps there was far more to Mildew.
Once Belial had ceased to fumble around in his arms, the Sword eased him back down to the ground, a warning pressing into their bond. What he didn’t expect thereafter was to lift his head at the name of whom she’d found - Aurelia - considering what he’d heard about the fellow hybrid. Or the actions of others (to be fair, Sunjata and Remi not bothering didn’t surprise him in the least – so maybe it was only Ronin’s indifference befuddling him). His brows furrowed slightly, calculating back over complexities and conversations. “Interesting. Last I heard she had been helping them in the desert.” It was where Maeve had claimed to send out guards, looking for the lost sovereign. She’d gone quite a distance, given the lack of proximity. “She is well enough, then? I did not realize you had healing abilities.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
