Wounds tended and weapons put away, the bard rejoined the General with a fading wince as his Healing magic put right the scrapes and bruises of a good training session once more. Fire bloomed around him once more, this time not as sword or shield but simply to keep him warm and help dry him off as the shivers set in from his foolish escapades earlier.
That Deimos didn't know when he'd learned to tame the wind wasn't a surprisenot when Jigano had new magics of his own he'd yet to plumb. The Provost simply shrugged ruefully and accepted it for what it was: new powers blossoming under pressure and not before, all too often.
Mention of a question had a silver brow arching; it was rare for the General to bring a question to him, and he smoothed away the smiles and jests as he focused on his job as Loreseeker to answer as best he could. The name brought a narrowing of his eyes and a slow nod of affirmation as he drew together the bits and pieces he'd acquired - from books, from Ingrid, from Neron, from Weaver.
"She's an elemental goddess of snow and ice, though a lesser goddess than the heralds," he began, speaking slowly as he remembered the strange book he'd found last LongNight. "She is a capricious and harsh goddess who likes to trick Tundra travelers into devil's bargains and dangerous deals which she always gets the better of, according to those who live in Halo." He tilted his head. "All in all, it sounds like she's a dangerously powerful being that isn't necessarily malicious, but is very far from benign. A spirit to treat respectfully, and with utmost caution."
That Deimos didn't know when he'd learned to tame the wind wasn't a surprise
Mention of a question had a silver brow arching; it was rare for the General to bring a question to him, and he smoothed away the smiles and jests as he focused on his job as Loreseeker to answer as best he could. The name brought a narrowing of his eyes and a slow nod of affirmation as he drew together the bits and pieces he'd acquired - from books, from Ingrid, from Neron, from Weaver.
"She's an elemental goddess of snow and ice, though a lesser goddess than the heralds," he began, speaking slowly as he remembered the strange book he'd found last LongNight. "She is a capricious and harsh goddess who likes to trick Tundra travelers into devil's bargains and dangerous deals which she always gets the better of, according to those who live in Halo." He tilted his head. "All in all, it sounds like she's a dangerously powerful being that isn't necessarily malicious, but is very far from benign. A spirit to treat respectfully, and with utmost caution."
