you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The peryton positively gloated, a tail wag extended in good faith. The Sword was too occupied by cooking and inquiring to notice the spiteful little gleam, snorting at the first response. He could imagine a tinier Evie, not unlike earlier antics, leaves adorned and mud-streaked, nestled within the outskirts of the Grounds. Probably blending in naturally beneath the cover of favored earthen proportions. With another grin sent her way, and then attention wandering back to the tenderloins dropped in amongst oil, the rumble in his chest loomed again. “I could see that.” Turning over the pieces once they established a decent sear on the side, he tilted his head vaguely, studious and precise. “We used to play a lot of capture the flag,” a fond favorite – reeling along in strategy and sedition, which was why he used it as a war game so often with his constituents.
The notion about riddles, conundrums, and the like wandered deeper into his calculations though, meandering into other purposes. “When we looked for mageglass, there were puzzles. Quite a few of them.”
Her own question earned an abrupt snort – because Deimos didn’t frequent in uselessness and a lack of purpose when it came to many things. And while not truly futile or pointless, because they had their value, he permitted the partial shift of tiger ears to perch directly along the top of his head, swiveling back and forth.
The notion about riddles, conundrums, and the like wandered deeper into his calculations though, meandering into other purposes. “When we looked for mageglass, there were puzzles. Quite a few of them.”
Her own question earned an abrupt snort – because Deimos didn’t frequent in uselessness and a lack of purpose when it came to many things. And while not truly futile or pointless, because they had their value, he permitted the partial shift of tiger ears to perch directly along the top of his head, swiveling back and forth.
DEIMOS
