DEIMOS
Her reaction only caused another bout of laughter, low rumbles of amusement and devilry pouring into the heights of the trees, or scattering amongst the long, wild grass. He shook his head as Belial followed alongside, sweeping low around some branches. “Did too,” by way of very childish endeavors, like one might purposefully argue with a relative, merely to get a rise out of them. And if the peryton’s answering, pervading chirps sounded distinctly like similar chords, then so be it.
He arched his brow but wasn’t about to ask what Cordelia meant – quite frankly, he probably didn’t want to – before wandering further into the angles and platitudes of the rolling hills. From there, the Sword presided in less distracted measures, and more with his scrutinizing eyes upon the ground once more, snagging at any particular blends and hues. There were quite a few ahead, scattered in crimson, ivory, and golden portions, and while he didn’t know the names of the plants, perhaps Cordelia would. Jutting his jaw towards their sanction, he inquired. “What about those?”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
