Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He’d take the compliment for what it was worth. “Thank you,” though he was suspicious of other ulterior motives, and narrowed his eyes to indicate the furtiveness. Waiting for the approval, swift and apparent, he nodded, handing over the pack containing the blanket and some of the supplies. “You can unroll this,” and he turned to snag at the other adornments and containers. A majority of the food was in his grasp, for the notions of surprise, rather than Evie peeling back every layer and beginning an initial devouring.Belial obediently sat along a rock nearby, likely expecting his own share of the proportions. While Deimos unfurled and unveiled several of their favored dishes, he placed them upon the flattened ground, under his watchful eye for either Evergreen or peryton to make a move before things were ready.
Instead, though, what they received was a familiar pitch – the sound of ice crackling. “Hear that?” by way of casual mention, for he was certain he knew precisely what it was.
