DEIMOS
Distractions from the melancholy were welcome; much less damning, much less daunting, as they wandered down familiar paths. The Sword wouldn’t feel the least bit awkward at pending family dinner, since he wasn’t the one due to be examined. He’d be able to sit back, watch, bear witness, and be obnoxious, with routine overprotective platitudes. “At the bakery or your house?” More of an inquiry for Kiada, the arch to his brow at least a minuscule difference from the flattened, reticent affects, striving to hide beneath layers and walls of nonchalance. Then Zuriel altered the subject entirely.
Deimos eyed the unicorn, a narrowed glance giving ample warnings, releasing a long-suffering sigh as she, per routine, ignored them. “Zuriel, my companion.” And while she had proven herself time and time again in mending, assuaging, and soothing those bombarded and sieged upon, it didn’t help to balance her personality. Vanity, and believing herself to be a supreme being, had yet to flicker away. “Someone to have on your side, since she can heal.” A pointed look was given once more to her – and she seemed to nearly puff up at the somewhat, manifested praise, before measuring and sizing up her next victim.
However, the mare felt slighted for a moment, her own gaze sharpening to something that could’ve been considered dangerous, given her horn, but Chulane must’ve been well-versed in animals and their penchant for food. No sooner had he reacted, with a soft croon, and extended the treats, than the equine’s whole characteristics changed. Curious and eager, her soft muzzle was soon in Chulane’s hands (Deimos’ eye roll was evident from up ahead), and she happily obliged any attention, and scrutiny, while she munched. Ignoring Auni’s petulance, since she was quite above such nonsense, the unicorn shook her head and demanded more, ramming her massive cranium into the man’s shoulder.
Deimos eyed the unicorn, a narrowed glance giving ample warnings, releasing a long-suffering sigh as she, per routine, ignored them. “Zuriel, my companion.” And while she had proven herself time and time again in mending, assuaging, and soothing those bombarded and sieged upon, it didn’t help to balance her personality. Vanity, and believing herself to be a supreme being, had yet to flicker away. “Someone to have on your side, since she can heal.” A pointed look was given once more to her – and she seemed to nearly puff up at the somewhat, manifested praise, before measuring and sizing up her next victim.
However, the mare felt slighted for a moment, her own gaze sharpening to something that could’ve been considered dangerous, given her horn, but Chulane must’ve been well-versed in animals and their penchant for food. No sooner had he reacted, with a soft croon, and extended the treats, than the equine’s whole characteristics changed. Curious and eager, her soft muzzle was soon in Chulane’s hands (Deimos’ eye roll was evident from up ahead), and she happily obliged any attention, and scrutiny, while she munched. Ignoring Auni’s petulance, since she was quite above such nonsense, the unicorn shook her head and demanded more, ramming her massive cranium into the man’s shoulder.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
