Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Trepidation over any Flowerbirth festival had already started once they set foot on the journey – but perhaps, knowing there’d be a hunt thereafter, something else to pull his apprehension into and unleash in vehemence and violence, would ensure he didn’t find every moment spent there suspicious. Adorned with an ivy crown instead of their makeshift flower and petal ones of before, he carried their basket of goodies, leaving a paltry amount on the table, before casting his glance elsewhere. And then there was Talyson – grumpy at the plant area.
Arching a brow at Evie, and then striding over to the youth, he snagged at a cookie he’d already pocketed and started munching, swallowing before purposefully announcing himself via a quiet rumble. “What are you pouting about now?”
