Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Belial spotted her well before; giving his alarming screech that usually sent the Sword into levels of irritation or alarm. Given expectations of Ru coming, his eyes flickered to the sky, snorting as an unfamiliar bird form took wing, diving, then circling, before emerging as exactly who he’d predicted. He arched a brow, and deliberately maneuvered more of the fog away, so her entrance became less dramatic, coupled with a matching wrinkle to his nose; boyish again.
Another breath of air filled his lungs, while the peryton zoomed around on the ground, likely in excitement. “Exploring.” Ru knew he was naturally nosey and curious anyway. That wouldn’t be much of a surprise. “I did not get to see much of it when we were helping the Mathair.” Like when he had to carry the seasonal deity all the way home, or while he was avoiding being eaten. Jutting his chin forward, he angled an inquiry towards her, and then immediately veered off whatever worn path had been etched into the surface of the earth, extending his long limbs and stride over brambles, nettles, and around the inclinations of the bubbling murk. “How are you doing?”
Another breath of air filled his lungs, while the peryton zoomed around on the ground, likely in excitement. “Exploring.” Ru knew he was naturally nosey and curious anyway. That wouldn’t be much of a surprise. “I did not get to see much of it when we were helping the Mathair.” Like when he had to carry the seasonal deity all the way home, or while he was avoiding being eaten. Jutting his chin forward, he angled an inquiry towards her, and then immediately veered off whatever worn path had been etched into the surface of the earth, extending his long limbs and stride over brambles, nettles, and around the inclinations of the bubbling murk. “How are you doing?”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
