always prepared

Deimos Not so much a preference, more of a familiarity based on necessity within the reaches of home; he nodded, accepting the answer for its merit and sagacity. Much could be said the same for any of them, their chosen occupations permitting them to wield a certain amount of skill with objects rendered. His lifestyle had been one of brutality, protection, predictions, tactics, and maiming, leaving worlds in rubble and ruin, save for their own. Armaments had certain effects, for use on the battlefield, or in skirmishes, duels, wide-scale masses meant to break kingdoms apart. If the girl already knew how to implement a knife correctly, she’d be well-suited for closer combat, acts in which one saw life drain from their adversary’s eyes. His offer seemed to surprise her, and then he had a militant follower in his midst once again. He withheld a laugh at the eagerness, permitting the crook of a smile to form in the corner of his mouth, attention turning towards another stall of leather goods, walking away from the play, pausing in case she wanted to peruse beneath lantern lights, beck and calls to other passerbys. The mountain considered the weight of the acceptance, and pondered if this was an opportunity for another topic as well, relaying the mission and words Safrin had consecrated upon him. The piercing slate of his eyes drifted back to the Ascended, features rendered nonchalant again. “I can, if you are willing to give me your perspective on something.” Her answer to his last inquiry meant she’d been a Natural, long since devoted to the hollowed contortions of the world, likely born within that bubble, knowing nothing else than the torment and successes, if they went hand in hand at all. “Be sure to see the ocean then,” and he quirked a brow, raised his head, turning it in the direction of the sea; to make the efforts of the journey worthwhile. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime