Deimos
Nodding at Evie's insinuations about upcoming meetings, and waiting for Noah’s input, preening aside, there were some other news and notions to bring to light. “I had a discussion with Safrin recently,” moments beforehand – truly – and let his gaze flicker back and forth between the other pair on his council. “She mentioned she would like to be considered for the next regional quest,” and they could fill in their own sentiments as to why. Deimos had his presumptions based on her influence, power, and tendencies alone, but she was also mercurial, and he wasn’t about to guess anything associated with the herald. “She had some ideas for the darkness during the colder months, such as small fires made of stars out in the tundra, or constellations overhead, to ensure any who were lost could find their way back to the Citadel.” Leaving that along the table for back and forth, he’d done exactly as he promised.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
