DEIMOS
At her explanation, the Sword arched his brow once more, granting nothing but a noncommittal rumble of agreement and accord, collecting and absorbing the information. “Did you want bees too?” He imagined some semblance of a hive – honey could always be applied in ample varieties – and where it was Flowerbirth, the melodic ones would be out and about. That’d be entirely different venue of snagging, and certainly not as simple as the way they were plucking flowers now.Then his eyes went to the other mentioned flora; following the traces of honeysuckle and foxglove. “All right,” by way of accordance, applying the same tactics as he’d done to the previous buds and blossoms. The vines were a little trickier, as they had to unravel piece by piece and coil by coil, but by the end of it roots dangled, and there was a neat bundle of all the designations together, floating along the air. “Will that be enough?”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
