Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
A trial by fire, or so they said. At the very least, by desert.
Tal’s interest and intrigue in the guild warranted some manner of maneuvering towards the sands, even if Deimos hadn’t thought he’d been in this wake again for a little while. He’d wanted to check over the location anyway, ensuring no one had been harmed in the wake of the starlit well and the thirsty seasonal deity. Might as well see if the courier had what it took.
Belial followed this time, Zuriel content to stay home and not wage her way through the hellhole. It was another rapid change from the frigid air of the mountains, and he instantly missed the ferocity of the wind once more the moment he encountered the arid climate again. Rolling up his sleeves as far as they would go over muscles, he pinned his air up in a makeshift, messy bun, and persisted through the void with a wrinkled nose.
He wouldn’t do as much complaining with Tal here – not like he’d lamented and whined with Ru. Instead, he had to keep a watchful eye on things, and ensure the youth didn’t end up dead for any modicum of reasons.
The peryton was here to help too, apparently, as Tal yelped and he flew over to “assist”, staring down the spider in regular aplomb from its socket reaches, and then reaching forward with fangs to snag it whole.
The sigh the Sword gave might’ve been heard miles away at the action, but he gritted his teeth and bore down on the impending lecture. “Land sharks can detect sound and movement fairly easily,” by way of mentioning in a lower register of voice – glancing at the way the other had yielded and screeched.
Tal’s interest and intrigue in the guild warranted some manner of maneuvering towards the sands, even if Deimos hadn’t thought he’d been in this wake again for a little while. He’d wanted to check over the location anyway, ensuring no one had been harmed in the wake of the starlit well and the thirsty seasonal deity. Might as well see if the courier had what it took.
Belial followed this time, Zuriel content to stay home and not wage her way through the hellhole. It was another rapid change from the frigid air of the mountains, and he instantly missed the ferocity of the wind once more the moment he encountered the arid climate again. Rolling up his sleeves as far as they would go over muscles, he pinned his air up in a makeshift, messy bun, and persisted through the void with a wrinkled nose.
He wouldn’t do as much complaining with Tal here – not like he’d lamented and whined with Ru. Instead, he had to keep a watchful eye on things, and ensure the youth didn’t end up dead for any modicum of reasons.
The peryton was here to help too, apparently, as Tal yelped and he flew over to “assist”, staring down the spider in regular aplomb from its socket reaches, and then reaching forward with fangs to snag it whole.
The sigh the Sword gave might’ve been heard miles away at the action, but he gritted his teeth and bore down on the impending lecture. “Land sharks can detect sound and movement fairly easily,” by way of mentioning in a lower register of voice – glancing at the way the other had yielded and screeched.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
