Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The Sword absorbed the chatter, waiting to see if something else purposefully intended to toy with him, but other than catching the note of regret in Kiada’s voice, to which he wisely withheld any response, he was relatively saved from the next iteration. He arched a brow at Ru’s quip though, snorting, snagging a fork to his mouth, content with swallowing the food before granting Evie a squeeze between fingers and retort towards the Valkyrie. “Sounds wasteful.” Especially after all the time they’d taken to prepare. “Snowball fight afterwards though…,” was a hint at mischief, and knowing how much they’d likely get on one another’s edges within a matter of minutes – it didn’t seem improbable.Though he was eternally grateful, and wouldn’t show it, when the attention meandered straight to Kiada. Already knowing the answer from earlier discussions and conversations with the Harpy, he glanced at the Evergreen, then the Ancient, from the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t be the one to spoil or spill things, but to cater towards more mischief? Much more his designation. “Do tell.”
