Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Peeling away another layer of his bread with more signified, slowed movements, cautious in breaking over the spell, he listened to the breadth of minute yips and breaking ice with a grin. He rarely did anything without purpose – even now, in the breadth of the stream, he’d sought out a place where he’d figured the family remained from previous ventures. A gamble, but also a chance and opportunity for a pleasant outing, and for the Evergreen to experience notions of the newer flora and fauna without any dangerous aspects. It was satisfying then, to see her enamored and smitten with the creatures already, enough to have him shaking his head and muffling a rough chuckle.He moved back to the bags in the same meticulous manner, snagging at the next course while contemplating more potential. As he maneuvered, the Sword shared the brief wisdom and sagacity he’d learned from their last time, and with tidbits from others in the interim. “Supposedly they are impervious to the cold, and also cool to the touch,” though he hadn’t tested either theory. “The crackling and creaking you hear is what they do instead of yipping.” From there, he revealed some fruit – all snagged from the greenhouse earlier – including grapes, berries, and sliced proportions of apples and oranges.
