Deimos
Patience was a must out there on the tundra, amidst the desolate and frozen world – but Deimos had never believed Noah incapable of it either. These were different circumstances entirely though; no hunt, no fight against the Ascended, no tireless crusade into rendering politics or chasing relics. So Deimos gave him a broader smile, and a firm pat on the shoulder. “Soon,” because it would be, and the entire effort would be worth it.
Striding out further into the reach of the mist, letting it unfurl and billow around them, he snagged at a nearby boulder, perhaps leftovers from a glacier’s tirade. Settling his bag down upon it, he pondered over the newfound parameters ensconced in the season. “What do you think about this upcoming ball?” His nose wrinkled dutifully, ranging into the uncertainty and typical balking behaviors of festivals. Though Liat Fux hadn’t been dire, its predecessor invoked certain memories the Sword thought better kept discarded.
Striding out further into the reach of the mist, letting it unfurl and billow around them, he snagged at a nearby boulder, perhaps leftovers from a glacier’s tirade. Settling his bag down upon it, he pondered over the newfound parameters ensconced in the season. “What do you think about this upcoming ball?” His nose wrinkled dutifully, ranging into the uncertainty and typical balking behaviors of festivals. Though Liat Fux hadn’t been dire, its predecessor invoked certain memories the Sword thought better kept discarded.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
