Deimos
Despite LongNight being weeks away, they could never quite help themselves in preparation – whether this stemmed from lessons from previous lives, the way monsters once infiltrated, and merely tried and true compulsions, lingering in the Hollowed Forest meant a much more measured means of snagging what the Citadel would need for the coming days.
Deimos brought his sled as well, a vessel accustomed to such outings, alongside his companions. Belial flew ahead, scouting for mischief, while Zuriel paraded alongside, picking her way through fallen limbs, and skittering out of the way whenever he snagged a piece of timber and tossed it within his sled.
Expecting either their residual silence, or some array of shenanigans, Hotaru’s statement caught him off guard. Head rearing upward from where he’d been staring down a portion of fallen, decrepit log, his eyes widened, brows arched, searching her face to see if she was rattling him just out of humor. But when his amulet didn’t depict any lie in the face of her statements, his mouth drew slightly agape, before shutting entirely. Uncertain even what to say for far more than a few moments, he let the silence pass into onslaughts of confusion and bewilderment, before finally settling something resembling his habitual curiosity and inquiry. “And…how did that go?”
Deimos brought his sled as well, a vessel accustomed to such outings, alongside his companions. Belial flew ahead, scouting for mischief, while Zuriel paraded alongside, picking her way through fallen limbs, and skittering out of the way whenever he snagged a piece of timber and tossed it within his sled.
Expecting either their residual silence, or some array of shenanigans, Hotaru’s statement caught him off guard. Head rearing upward from where he’d been staring down a portion of fallen, decrepit log, his eyes widened, brows arched, searching her face to see if she was rattling him just out of humor. But when his amulet didn’t depict any lie in the face of her statements, his mouth drew slightly agape, before shutting entirely. Uncertain even what to say for far more than a few moments, he let the silence pass into onslaughts of confusion and bewilderment, before finally settling something resembling his habitual curiosity and inquiry. “And…how did that go?”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
