(RQ) white night

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos waited for something inevitable; a great surge of ice and frozen proportions, some malicious exploits riddled and rankled through the jar…but when nothing else happened, another ease of his breath filtered through his lungs, and the trepidation sank away from his bones for half a moment. The notions had prevailed and worked against the vitriolic little plant, and hopefully they’d be able to utilize it in the Grounds to great effect against the vicious forces. Her suggestion surprised him, and his eyes widened a little, presuming she would’ve wanted to hang out by the hot springs for longer. “It is not a concern,” by the use of his magic anyway – endurance and fortitude so built up that it was natural to use the enchantments for hours upon hours. “But we can go,” especially if there were other factors at play, and, despite the instances he craved, she may not be able to tolerate the environment for much longer. “Of course,” came on a soft, fond smile, before they began to depart, new flora in tow. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace