DEIMOS
With his height, it wasn’t often that the Sword had this particular issue. But staring upwards, gazing at the fruit out of reach, his mind began calculating several options. There were always his Air incantations, capable of snagging and tearing the items from limbs and branches, but no feasible way to tell if they were ripe enough yet – so it could’ve been a wasteful enterprise.Thereafter, he opted to take the second option conjured – shifting into his eagle form. His massive figure became that of sienna feathers and streamlined precision, soaring upwards, and circling around the trees. Keen eyesight and being able to land on the boughs without being an overbearing thing had its pros too; and he could readily inspect, before snagging at the fruit with his talons, and plucking them towards the baskets.
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Deimos tries to pluck the ripe fruit as an eagle.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
