Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Gaze purposefully impassive and nonchalant (to ward away any misgivings about festivals in general, and to be obnoxious), his focus and gaze flickered briefly to Sah, and then a long drawn out sigh persevered. He was half-inclined to make a joke about the courier and advisor, but settled for rolling his eyes and wishing Talyson could find better things to do with his time. A brief wrinkle to his nose unfurled across the reticent features as Evie broke apart a portion of the cookie in his hand, narrowing his eyes and possessively eating the remains within half a moment. Instead of saying anything to either of them for an instant, his eyes went to the saplings and seeds, wanting nothing to do with the desert in general. “Not sure how they can be supported on their own there,” and a residual shrug to his shoulders filtered through at the healer’s inquiry. “Only to help bring water to the well.”
Another plan formed in his mind thereafter, because he was eternally for their home to become stronger. “Would some of these be beneficial in Halo’s greenhouse?”
