if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Deimos had already begun to move along the targets, prying the daggers out of the effigies, floating them towards Alys on contorted Air magic so that she could start collecting them. He watched the proud glance from the corner of her eye and smirked, content that she’d found satisfaction in the makeshift round, unaware that he about to make it all the more difficult.
Returning and surveying their work, he snagged at another in his palm, eyes back upon her, not having expected the inquiry. “We were given weapons at a young age,” he answered automatically; for it was true. The Moonlit Tides’ children were expected to be adept at swimming, learning, and maiming; tried and true traditions for those living within a world hellbent on war and bloodshed at any given opportunity. “But I practice with all of them,” he admitted, with no air of complacency.
Stretching, he extended his fingers. “For instance, would you like a more challenging aspect?”
Returning and surveying their work, he snagged at another in his palm, eyes back upon her, not having expected the inquiry. “We were given weapons at a young age,” he answered automatically; for it was true. The Moonlit Tides’ children were expected to be adept at swimming, learning, and maiming; tried and true traditions for those living within a world hellbent on war and bloodshed at any given opportunity. “But I practice with all of them,” he admitted, with no air of complacency.
Stretching, he extended his fingers. “For instance, would you like a more challenging aspect?”
DEIMOS
