Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The next round was far more wounding than the last, and he took a moment to either appreciate or be stunned by her gall, eyes widening, having to put his burger down in stunned disbelief. “You take that back,” came along his quiet rumbles, and as she aimed portions of bun, he flung it back with air incantations, fully intending for it to flick off her forehead. He gave an involuntary shudder at the horrific notions of knights in shining armor, imagining some horrible depiction from one of her many novels, then wrinkled his nose in distaste.It gave him some moments to bite into his food without further drama, reflections careening through the companions they’d met along the way – Amun’s landshark, Amalia and Nate’s starwhales. Jyoti had been a favorite, but the others hadn’t gained his approval in his high esteem. “Potentially. Though I would not seek one out.” They’d fallen out of his favor from near murder attempts on several individuals.
As for sailing, the Sword shook his head, having no intentions of such matters, not when there were other parameters up his sleeve, simmering beneath his skin. “I still want to test out my other shift,” with a wry smile to follow, before shrugging his shoulders. “Do they allow outsiders in?”
