The sounds of the ghost were intriguing and odd simultaneously; an alteration in all the other spirits shuffling through their makeshift voids. His eyes narrowed as they persisted through the drifting haze, studying it, before it seemed to hasten away for whatever reason. Maybe he should’ve been giving them more than just the respect of co-existence for the season; because there could be other filaments afoot again. And if that one was growing bolder, would the others?
He noted the implications of the void raven in the back of his mind, but then the rest of the duration and conversation turned into current familial statuses. He was relieved, to say the least, when her reaction wasn’t one of jealousy or irritation, but of loud, chaotic excitement, and he let her into his arms while the barrage of inquiries began, granting him a moment to roll his eyes and laugh alongside. A sharing of contentment, amongst and amidst the grave. “Probably looking at beginning of Deepfrost,” months away and closing in. “I have no preference other than a healthy one,” he admitted, tilting his head to look down at her. Years before he never even considered notions beyond Kiada. “No names yet. Why – do you have suggestions?” The arch of his brow and the depths of his grin ensured some other round of mischief – but he’d listen just the same.
He noted the implications of the void raven in the back of his mind, but then the rest of the duration and conversation turned into current familial statuses. He was relieved, to say the least, when her reaction wasn’t one of jealousy or irritation, but of loud, chaotic excitement, and he let her into his arms while the barrage of inquiries began, granting him a moment to roll his eyes and laugh alongside. A sharing of contentment, amongst and amidst the grave. “Probably looking at beginning of Deepfrost,” months away and closing in. “I have no preference other than a healthy one,” he admitted, tilting his head to look down at her. Years before he never even considered notions beyond Kiada. “No names yet. Why – do you have suggestions?” The arch of his brow and the depths of his grin ensured some other round of mischief – but he’d listen just the same.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
