Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Had he not been attempting to be a sneaky, furtive cretin, the impact of the snowball, and the response, would’ve made him laugh uproariously. As it was, the amusements had to be kept close to his ribcage, muffled in his chest, coming out as a boyish, ungallant snort as the blame for his antics went pinpointed to Sah. All in all, michief well managed. The bump to his hand by a wiser dragon permitted him another chuckle. “I know. He is a bit daft,” he murmured, scratching at the top of the companion’s head, bemusement settling in again. His eyes cast watchful looks along the children, ensuring they were still safe in their play, sliding and gliding along the ice, before pondering his next set of antics.
They needed more people here to bully, honestly.
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