His eyes followed her movements; Deimos knew about pressure points, but all the distinctions were valued and present for violent, vehement, battle-honed layers, which was not Kiada’s indication or motivation. So he nodded, head tilting vaguely, pondering if he’d seen anything of the sort nearby – Isilme hadn’t been renowned for anyone with seasickness (the Moonlit Tides portions would’ve sent them to live elsewhere, given the nature of their climate), nor Helovia. “Perhaps some sort of band or bracelet then? I wonder if Torchline would have anything suitable.” Considering their coastal enterprises, large expanse of sailors and the like, maybe others had found reasons to stock such supplies.
More wraiths unfurled nearby; some looked as though they were lowering an ax or cutting schisms apart – a bizarre image, really, when nothing tangible stood in their path. His attention went to her remark instead, brows furrowing slightly at the parallels of the echo sharks and war refrains. “Unfortunate,” he murmured; those reverberations would always be enough to remain in the threshold of nightmares and trauma. He didn’t ask what they said – didn’t need to – when he’d heard so many amidst his own experiences. “Maybe you can invest in some ear plugs too, while you look for Fox’s gift.” Meant to be a joke, to pull her out of those refrains, with some meaning behind it as well.
The recommendations for Stormbreak had his eyes widening briefly, but he promised to place them all in the back of his mind. Cafes and bakeries were far more promising than the notions of clothing, and might’ve been enough of a lure to pull Evie over there for later ventures. “Perhaps,” he snorted, elbowing her in return, notions of other needs for shopping circling around his head and ceasing for now. “Sah and I made it over to the Celestine.”
More wraiths unfurled nearby; some looked as though they were lowering an ax or cutting schisms apart – a bizarre image, really, when nothing tangible stood in their path. His attention went to her remark instead, brows furrowing slightly at the parallels of the echo sharks and war refrains. “Unfortunate,” he murmured; those reverberations would always be enough to remain in the threshold of nightmares and trauma. He didn’t ask what they said – didn’t need to – when he’d heard so many amidst his own experiences. “Maybe you can invest in some ear plugs too, while you look for Fox’s gift.” Meant to be a joke, to pull her out of those refrains, with some meaning behind it as well.
The recommendations for Stormbreak had his eyes widening briefly, but he promised to place them all in the back of his mind. Cafes and bakeries were far more promising than the notions of clothing, and might’ve been enough of a lure to pull Evie over there for later ventures. “Perhaps,” he snorted, elbowing her in return, notions of other needs for shopping circling around his head and ceasing for now. “Sah and I made it over to the Celestine.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
