Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
A vague snort rumbled through, eyes rolling again as she made a barrier against the air and water proportions – with not much more time to amass any other attack when her assault came reeling back. He managed to avoid some of the sudden, rampaging, pelting snowballs, but one hit him directly in the shoulder and left a mark along the furs – before his own were subsequently launched, intentionally aiming for a whitewash along her features. The booming laughter probably followed and reverberated around the Academy building for few instances more, prior to further and future instigations. “Race you to the market,” with a cheeky, boyish grin, and all intentions of ensuring she had snagged something to eat while out in the fresh air, and not distracted by melancholy or work.
And if he cheated by flying off immediately, then so be it.
{FIN <3}
