[RQ] Crystal Clear

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Even if Deimos had to be occupied by his task, Belial certainly wasn’t – deciding to be an agitator by diving and swooping by the dogs, either striving to entice them into some variant of chase or just to be irritating. Zuriel, for her part, ignored them entirely, muzzle deep into a patch of snow. With the acceptance of the glass, the General nodded. “I have made some windowpanes for Safrin’s shrine in Torchline,” with a shrug and way of explanation of experience – though he’d consider those far more aesthetically pleasing than the slate of glass here. Which was fine – this one wasn’t meant to be for ornate purposes – but weaponry, defenses, and armaments. His eyes watched as Talyson carefully began sliding it over to the sled, and then began construction on the next. Applying the same techniques, the gilded glow resumed, though it took far less concentration than the first, and some muscle memory instilled along the folds of his incantations – eagerly, easily, tilting his head while he worked. “I am not certain. Hopefully far enough to impede any dragons.” Or adversaries flying in on dragons, if they were going with past events. “We still need to have a discussion about how we are going to work it.” With the whole of Halo, and what their inputs would be. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace