DEIMOS
The Sword waited for any excuse to obliterate the creature – but with inching pincers and threatening clicks, naught else was determined but a trade. He didn’t bother hiding his bewildered features as he glanced back at Evie – far too used to the upheaval of Caido’s creatures, the fact that this action transpired neatly left him mildly confused. “Huh,” he murmured, shrugging and rolling his shoulders, stance less rigid and taut and unyielding now that the moment had passed.
His gaze went to the skull, then back to the Evergreen, huffing a mild laugh. “Suppose we can go home then,” and document that whole bizarre exchange in the Guild journals too.
{FIN}
His gaze went to the skull, then back to the Evergreen, huffing a mild laugh. “Suppose we can go home then,” and document that whole bizarre exchange in the Guild journals too.
{FIN}
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
