Deimos
There was a low rumble of a chuckle somewhere in his throat and chest, as they rose out along the hill. He took a moment to stare over the vastness – something years before, they wouldn’t have been able to do; not with the flatness of the Grounds, or the high-arching trees bordering the Greatwood. Something tugged along his ribs, maybe a sigh, maybe bits of melancholy and nostalgia that would never quite burn their way out of his bones, but if his features had rendered themselves into grim lines, he returned them into some vague amusement. “She wanted to help with the communication devices I made before the war,” to speak to her restless, exploring nature.
At the thoughts of self-defense for minors, and given how early Deimos had begun to learn (no one would be surprised), his brows were raised slightly, shifting his attention back to Sah. “Something suitable for their age would be appropriate.” Pausing, considering, his eyes then meandered back to the open plain of meadows and grass. “What do they already know?” From there, the course of conversation could continue as they rounded further and further along the knoll, amidst the splendor of the day, before needing to depart and head for home.
{FIN}
At the thoughts of self-defense for minors, and given how early Deimos had begun to learn (no one would be surprised), his brows were raised slightly, shifting his attention back to Sah. “Something suitable for their age would be appropriate.” Pausing, considering, his eyes then meandered back to the open plain of meadows and grass. “What do they already know?” From there, the course of conversation could continue as they rounded further and further along the knoll, amidst the splendor of the day, before needing to depart and head for home.
{FIN}
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
