DEIMOS
I do have so few amusements these days, lilted and rallied back, by way of an arched brow and depths of his smile; and perhaps it wouldn’t wound so much if it weren’t the truth. The Sword let the sentiment rest in between the fondness and exasperation, while she watched incantations at work, and shifted back.
He waited for some comment, and sure enough, the bounty coiled, causing a roll of his eyes. He widened the top of the bag, allowing for more space, and called to his companion currently playing with a piece of ice. “Belial,” was a single command – and the peryton launched, with utter glee, to be heralded, signaled, and chosen for some special assignment.
Withholding another sigh, he gestured to the deer, who took the whole damned thing in stride (perhaps a bit more catlike than any of them realized). Within moments, the winged creature dove within: and while Deimos’ hand curled over the top of the canvas, closing and sealing it, the bag instantly disappeared. “Invisible,” for a proper demonstration, and then he obliged the miniature cretin to start playing within: a whole raucous of noise filled the container and his thoughts – Belial seemed particularly jovial to be dangling around in a closed sack – “And soundproof.” A pause, as he considered, shifting the artifact once or twice. "The only drawback is that it still contains the weight."
Thereafter, he reopened the sanction, and the peryton stuck his head out, positively smug. Deimos shook his head, but then glanced over at Ru. “Will that be enough? Or should we gather other things?”
He waited for some comment, and sure enough, the bounty coiled, causing a roll of his eyes. He widened the top of the bag, allowing for more space, and called to his companion currently playing with a piece of ice. “Belial,” was a single command – and the peryton launched, with utter glee, to be heralded, signaled, and chosen for some special assignment.
Withholding another sigh, he gestured to the deer, who took the whole damned thing in stride (perhaps a bit more catlike than any of them realized). Within moments, the winged creature dove within: and while Deimos’ hand curled over the top of the canvas, closing and sealing it, the bag instantly disappeared. “Invisible,” for a proper demonstration, and then he obliged the miniature cretin to start playing within: a whole raucous of noise filled the container and his thoughts – Belial seemed particularly jovial to be dangling around in a closed sack – “And soundproof.” A pause, as he considered, shifting the artifact once or twice. "The only drawback is that it still contains the weight."
Thereafter, he reopened the sanction, and the peryton stuck his head out, positively smug. Deimos shook his head, but then glanced over at Ru. “Will that be enough? Or should we gather other things?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
