DEIMOS
He could almost see the wheels turning, the inevitable pout, as she sauntered to nearly each and every plant. They would’ve been to the shrine long before, but Deimos didn’t mind, parsing through in time, head uplifted, watching rippling vines and distorted canopies, occasionally shaking his head as Belial swooped and dived from above. “If you run out of room,” his eyes went instantly to her hip pouch, “I can fit some more in my bag.”
Given Evie’s status of tending to the wilds before making her way towards Halo, he wasn’t surprised by the lack of meeting – and perhaps it was a good thing anyway, considering his run-ins with the Mathair had made him wary of those particular heralds. His head tilted vaguely, fingers peeling away several leaves out of the top of her hair. “Not seen, but we gave it water when it was in the desert.” He paused again, taking some other swift strides in pursuit of the shrine. “I have met Mathair and Tanau though.”
Given Evie’s status of tending to the wilds before making her way towards Halo, he wasn’t surprised by the lack of meeting – and perhaps it was a good thing anyway, considering his run-ins with the Mathair had made him wary of those particular heralds. His head tilted vaguely, fingers peeling away several leaves out of the top of her hair. “Not seen, but we gave it water when it was in the desert.” He paused again, taking some other swift strides in pursuit of the shrine. “I have met Mathair and Tanau though.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
