DEIMOS
Left to his own devices, and sometimes preferring it that way in the more melancholic notions, he was surprised to feel a tap on his shoulder. Turning, glancing over muscles, he noted Darkeye with a small smile, bowing his head in greeting. “I am all right with them,” protective of the ones he’d lost, even if the multitudes were obvious; intertwining his parents’ first, along a pair of branches, side by side, fire and water elementals designated, before Huyana’s, and then Rexanna’s.
His stare fell upon the warpriest’s collection though, gaze softening slightly at the images rendered there; unmistakable in their denizens and hues. His tones were a deeper rumble, a whisper not parsing very far. “Are they for Rex and Bastien?”
His stare fell upon the warpriest’s collection though, gaze softening slightly at the images rendered there; unmistakable in their denizens and hues. His tones were a deeper rumble, a whisper not parsing very far. “Are they for Rex and Bastien?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
