DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He arched a brow at the statement of the swamp being the best; given his experiences, he could argue those proportions away. But he could understand it, especially in the way most of these lands worked – all the allure, and all the vehemence. The Sword gave another small smile, tilting his head, watching the flower, the thorns, the nettles interwoven. “That is why I enjoy the mountains.” Same principles – dangerous, treacherous, beautiful, powerful, and potent; combinations of strength, dominion, and supremacy. And Deimos would take the advice, despite being anything but complacent.The peryton seemed very tempted to stretch out and contemplate some of the flowers, and one more warning threaded through their bond. His eyes flicked down at the little beast, and then back towards Mildew, having misunderstood her capabilities. Knowledge, wisdom, and time. He thought of poisons, and then perhaps antidotes – far more to be honed in from the earth. “I suppose,” with a shrug of his shoulders and no sake of argument; for he’d never been a healer. Zuriel was the mender in their small party.
The offer thereafter was unexpected, and a near-instant balk and refusal clung close to the back of his teeth. It likely shown in the depths of his gaze, bewildered for half a moment with widened portions, before they conformed back to their residual intrigue. It would be very easy to drift away and decline the notions – but curiosity was always instilled there. He’d already admitted it. “I like to believe I control my own fate,” and the soldier gave another light grin, still somewhat uneasy by the notions. “But I will listen.” A pause, considerations, not moving towards the path until she did. “Are you often accurate?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
