Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
With a wrinkled nose and a heavy sigh at the future, dreadful aspects of his own companion, he handed over his gloves, instinctually ducking around Belial’s impending impact as they came through the door. The peryton zoomed and zipped and dove, excited to be in their presence, and let them be once he’d received treats from the Sword’s pocket. “All right,” he agreed, patting the carnivorous deer on the head, before maneuvering to the living room and snagging at some parchment he’d left on a side table.Which of course made him wonder about something else… miniaturized, not quite on the scale of the guild’s massive archives, but for their own personal use. A project of construction already feeling slightly monumental, but he’d put it along the sides of sketches and outlines, just in case.
Once he’d acquired a piece of charcoal, he wandered back to the table and the Evergreen, pulling out chairs for both of them, while offering another musing. “What about a small library?”
