Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The unicorn continued her blatant, threatening stare, while Deimos tilted his head, considering the ruminations. He didn’t expect some term of agreement – but all the Fae he’d ever come across had been partial to fair exchanges, so his considerations, calculations, and machinations spun into the whirlwind of days and hours he’d spent within the Fae village – attempting to procure his abducted friends. He’d already heard of the sacrificial aspects of their tulmhainar, had pulled others out of their pit, but the pile of books beneath tree roots, hidden from view, layered in some degree of secrecy, spurned his curiosity again. He’d been distracted from opening them at the time, and the connections between them and Safrin’s underground library was a distant haze. Another casual shrug, a roll of his shoulders, eyes glancing off to the rolling sea, as if in deep contemplation, before returning to her. “What information do your books in the Undercroft contain?” Inquiry and inquisition, naught more meant by its decibels.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
