DEIMOS
Bones and skulls and nests of carcass dwellers hadn’t been an outing he would’ve planned, but nonetheless accompanied alongside the Evergreen, eyes studying the perplexities of the Feverlands unfurled before them. While he didn’t detest the swamps or marshes as much as the desert, his nose still wrinkled with vague distaste, stepping over portions of puddles with an elongated stride. “I know of Frey’s demigod once living here. Mildew.” But he was uncertain if she remained, anywhere, all these seasons later, eyes flickering vaguely in the direction her hut would’ve been in. The humidity still clung to his skin and he pulled the long threads of his hair upward into a makeshift bun, leaning towards his preference of the winter landscape of home all the more. Especially as Belial went careening by, indifferent to the degrees and alterations in temperature.
At her open expression and inquiry, a hundred things began to cluster around his mind – for they’d both been busy. There was more, even between log piling and ice cutting and launching of walls, and he returned her glance with one slightly reserved, uncertain where to begin. “Would you like me to start with good, bad, or…,” and here he paused, hesitating on how to categorize Darkeye’s trials and tribulations, or Talyson’s recent asinine regards. He settled eventually on one word to correspond to both, biting it down between his teeth. “The unfortunate news?”
At her open expression and inquiry, a hundred things began to cluster around his mind – for they’d both been busy. There was more, even between log piling and ice cutting and launching of walls, and he returned her glance with one slightly reserved, uncertain where to begin. “Would you like me to start with good, bad, or…,” and here he paused, hesitating on how to categorize Darkeye’s trials and tribulations, or Talyson’s recent asinine regards. He settled eventually on one word to correspond to both, biting it down between his teeth. “The unfortunate news?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
