Alys Glasse
That's right; she did have a vague memory of glowing antlers from nights in the Grounds. She hadn't really paid that close of attention at the time, but now that he mentioned it... "I remember now," she murmured. "To keep the demons away." She hadn't paid much attention to the war, it was true, but she'd known enough of what transpired to know that she should be grateful to the beautiful creatures before her.
To hear that they disliked Deimos's dark magic was a bit sad. Did that mean he had never been able to see them up close? That they ran from him like prey from a hunter? But Deimos didn't seem to mind, content to watch from afar. "You don't think they'd run from me?" she asked, perhaps a little tentatively. It was nice here behind their boulder, where she could watch the younglings cavort around under the watchful eyes of their parents. "I wouldn't want to disturb them."
To hear that they disliked Deimos's dark magic was a bit sad. Did that mean he had never been able to see them up close? That they ran from him like prey from a hunter? But Deimos didn't seem to mind, content to watch from afar. "You don't think they'd run from me?" she asked, perhaps a little tentatively. It was nice here behind their boulder, where she could watch the younglings cavort around under the watchful eyes of their parents. "I wouldn't want to disturb them."
