DEIMOS
Commands called, curled and lingered amidst freshly fallen snow and the pending, chiseled ice – but so subdued, that Deimos found himself restless. A spark of confusion might've gleaned along his features, reading between lines, finding edges he didn't particularly care for. His eyes snagged at Evie, then Talyson, and the pack of others joining their multitudes, and permitted a few quiet breaths, furrowing his brows, retreating into the serious notions of the matter at hand.Incantations drew and quartered, water magic striking through and uprooting the rime on its own accord – strength and dominion followed suit, and before long the Sword had his first block in hand, and playfully, perhaps out of seditious purposes, pushed it along with Air, so that it whipped over towards the sled in its own rushing haze.
And then, because even to a man who’d immersed himself within silence for eons couldn’t take some of it along the ice, antics began to unravel – minor, small, perhaps even insubstantial. But the beast could contort and control elements with regular fervor, and so, with very little effort and an air of perfected reticence, splashed some droplets of the sea towards Evie and Talyson both.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
