Deimos
Deimos wouldn’t make a comment about his own experiences in marriage, short-lived as they were, and instead turned his attentions to maneuvering the rubble with Noah off to the side. His muscles were content with the modest strain after healing and some amount of rest, unbothered in the heaviness of the object as they discussed companions and gifts.
Eira being a fluke gave him some consideration – pondering over the state of eggs and nests. Neither of his had been found in the same state; Zuriel had been running away from landsharks, and Belial had been hunting ningos.
He grimaced only slightly at the notion of asking the gods, inclined to agree with the Sentinel on that accord. “Probably not.” His thoughts mulled once more, head tilting vaguely. “I put magic in her bow right before the war. Maybe something to go with it?” His nose wrinkled thereafter, instantly juvenile and boyish. “Or anything she needs?”
Another notion lingered in his mind then - placing the rubble down upon the ground amidst its brethren, and snagging at a letter in his pocket. He'd meant to save it to show Evie, but Noah deserved to hear the news as well. "Darkeye sent me notice of the Hollowed Grounds. Seems Neron was killed by the Sparkbird," and he handed it over for the Sentinel to glance over.
Eira being a fluke gave him some consideration – pondering over the state of eggs and nests. Neither of his had been found in the same state; Zuriel had been running away from landsharks, and Belial had been hunting ningos.
He grimaced only slightly at the notion of asking the gods, inclined to agree with the Sentinel on that accord. “Probably not.” His thoughts mulled once more, head tilting vaguely. “I put magic in her bow right before the war. Maybe something to go with it?” His nose wrinkled thereafter, instantly juvenile and boyish. “Or anything she needs?”
Another notion lingered in his mind then - placing the rubble down upon the ground amidst its brethren, and snagging at a letter in his pocket. He'd meant to save it to show Evie, but Noah deserved to hear the news as well. "Darkeye sent me notice of the Hollowed Grounds. Seems Neron was killed by the Sparkbird," and he handed it over for the Sentinel to glance over.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
