who we are and all that we're trying to be
Deimos knew some of the Fangs. Enough of the tunnels from when the Loreseekers had wandered, enough of the caves to know and understand danger lurked in the form of white dragons, enough that cannibals had been there, but there was far more potential in the stokings of those caverns. He nodded to her insinuations, a very reticent, stoic glance written on his features, as if he’d never tread in them before.
But the offer was there, and so he permitted another edge of a smile to become rooted. “I would appreciate that.” His own coat placed back on, soldier duties committed and done for the hour – until he had to return for guard proportions. “See if your mother is fine with everything first, then we can figure it out.” A deal wasn’t a deal without everything else etched out.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
