DEIMOS
Ignorant of her giddiness, or the reason behind it, the Sword merely permitted the smile to remain, gently placing the quiver into his bag of holding for safekeeping. Something else to be protected and presided over, at least only for a little while longer, before handing it to the Sentinel. “You are doing enough,” came as a bout of reassurance, a rumble through his chest as he glanced downward at Belial. Noah was stoic and reserved; and likely only allowed as much as they’d been giving – choosing to wade amongst and amidst his emotions in bits and pieces. Losing Halo. Losing Korbin. Being out here, not amidst a home he’d loved, cherished, and protected. And the unknown grating away at them; striving to find ways to finagle back into mountain regions, and ensure it was safe from those who’d cause it harm.The peryton nodded at the gratitude, offering another obnoxious noise, before he meandered off in a flurry of wings, returning to his post.
The inquiry hastened something else though, and he straightened, spine threatening to become taut and straight again in the errant frustration; nearly tangible. He didn’t choke the words out, but sighed, grumbled, rumbled in the possibilities of their failure again and again and again. “Keep trying.” Determination, whether emboldened or foolish, was a lacquered wake upon the depths of his brow, in the narrowed speculation of his gaze, flickering off – steadying somewhere in the midst of the maze. “We have time.” But it felt limited; as if hours were fleeting, no longer as infinite as they’d been before. “We are taking the more difficult route,” the one lacking in violence, as god damned tempting as it was. “And we cannot expect it to be easy.” He paused momentarily, the fixation drawing in the scheming once more. "Do you find it odd that no other lands appear to have this issue? That the Ascended have not launched assaults elsewhere?"
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
