Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Content in his mischief and in Evie’s persistent dedication to food, Deimos took his own and then placed the rest in the middle, likely to be devoured well before they got to any other course. Slathering a generous amount of the butter upon the bread, he no sooner heard another crackling of ice, glancing at Evie out of the corner of his eye. He’d be content with further teasing, but still eager to see her reaction, perhaps, given the upcoming circumstances.And sure enough, with Belial barely restraining himself on the rock, the creatures made their appearance. Just as he recalled in the past seasons, unwinding from their verdant homes and rocky enclosures, slinking along the other side of the stream, and he had to muffle a chuckle, so as not to scare them away, at the way the Evergreen’s expression altered. “Frost foxes,” he whispered, striving not to disturb as he broke apart another piece of the bread. The kits, however, were another surprise – but given time and place, it should’ve been estimated.
So even he had to watch the little kits carefully, as they ambled and screeched, the piercing sound of ice grating announcing their presence to the world. Foolish, maybe, but they weren’t in the presence of individuals who’d snag or grab (he’d make sure with Belial). He laughed again, only a light taunt, because he wouldn’t forgo any of her emotional outreaches, but the squeal, strangled as it was, had to be discussed. “Will you be able to contain yourself?”
