[se] skipping stones

Deimos would’ve objected to the notions, because there was still another season to go, and a stretch of time in between to prepare – past the ones already well slated and obtained. He’d yet to settle into any semblance of panic over the occasion – not with everything else clambering around in distraction, merely reeling in contentment, compartmentalizing the events as they unfolded. Experience had taught him to separate the good and the bad, savoring the contentment and happiness, and strive to not let the chaotic embrace of everything else overshadow those pleasant and wondrous sentiments. “I have only told you and Ru so far,” he surmised, as if hinting to not let the secret unfurl any further; not until there were other clarities shared. One finger reached to bop her on the nose amidst insinuations and mischevious measures.

He could hear the wraith murmuring nearby again, but paid it no mind save for extending some air incantations – listening as it was forced to whirl away on a puff of mist. Intentions had been to listen, though he couldn’t help but shake his head at the suggestion, a light laugh rumbling through once more. “Just any E name then?” He could hear her murmuring, trying to fumble along the assortment, good-naturedly steering her away from the embankment again as they continued their walk beside the water. So his news didn’t dominate the conversation, he ventured in good merit and mirth, attention back on her. “How has it been working for Danta?”

deimos

Never let them drain the river of your soul