ADAM
Okay, so looking at Deimos' basket, Adam already knew he was unlikely to win the little contest he'd suggested; the patterns, like constellations plucked down from the sky, anointed Deimos' basket with an otherworldly quality. Meanwhile, Adam's basket was sturdy, well made, yet very plain. Amusing, he thought, given their personalities - he suspected the average person would have expected the baskets to be made by the other of the two.
He nodded as Deimos confirmed he had not found those things that warmongers so often promised; Adam wondered if anyone ever did find glory at the end of a war, or if it was a fairy story made to push little boys into killing. "Did you fight in a lot of wars?"
It seemed his initial impression of Deimos as someone that would rigidly stick to laws had been incorrect; in fact it seemed like the man might even have appreciated his work. While Adam had never worked in stealing people (and very rarely information) he was still happy to find he might have found a way to worm his way into Deimos' heart. "So you knew Rexanna back then, huh? I've found someone that came from the same world as me...it's nice. Even if he's from five hundred years later. Was your world much like Caido?" Adam began to expand his basket outwards, the sides curving up.
He nodded as Deimos confirmed he had not found those things that warmongers so often promised; Adam wondered if anyone ever did find glory at the end of a war, or if it was a fairy story made to push little boys into killing. "Did you fight in a lot of wars?"
It seemed his initial impression of Deimos as someone that would rigidly stick to laws had been incorrect; in fact it seemed like the man might even have appreciated his work. While Adam had never worked in stealing people (and very rarely information) he was still happy to find he might have found a way to worm his way into Deimos' heart. "So you knew Rexanna back then, huh? I've found someone that came from the same world as me...it's nice. Even if he's from five hundred years later. Was your world much like Caido?" Adam began to expand his basket outwards, the sides curving up.
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Base Code by Sky!
