Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Rarely one to preen over his own abilities, Deimos remained fairly content with the whole lot. Never a farmer or gathered by any trade, for he’d always made his way with the blade, he gave a shrug of his shoulders when everything went in a standard array. With the berries heralded back into some manner of order, the path to the fruit trees was wide and open, ready to be plucked.Taking another basket, unaware of anyone else’s trials or tribulations with branches or vermin (which was too bad, because slaying things was a prime amusement), he went towards the rows of apples, pears, plums, oranges, and other distinctions, inspecting the fruit for signs of ripeness. If the item wasn’t suitable, he simply left it along the bough, to be harvested on another day. The rest were divided up into separate containers, figuring it’d be easier for Halo citizens to pick and choose what they craved.
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Deimos snags at the ripe fruit and separates them into containers!
