DEIMOS
Deimos was used to sedition and mischief, embedded in his veins just as much as battlefields and blood, and utilizing it towards Ru, who probably wouldn’t have minded (or set some kind of a trap for this exact instance), amused him all the more. Waiting to hear which allure or enticement Evie favored, his brow arched at the mud pit notions, before nodding, and guiding them along to the exact location, remembering it fondly for only the motions he’d set about with Earth craft and devilry.Where the Valkyrie contained her own quarters was a wotthwhile inquiry; they wouldn’t stumble upon something private here – not from Ru, who kept multitudes furtive and locked. “Yes. In the attached portion,” and he pointed towards an indicated direction.
Thereafter, the mud pit opened before them – just as he remembered – though much cleaner than when he’d last left it. He settled for snagging a nearby candle and permitting the flames to rest there, growing to ease their eyes and allow for some permeance of light. His eyes flickered to the stalls and changing rooms, giving a slight wrinkle of his nose, but figured the Evergreen would want to explore and meander.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
