GHILIO
All sorts of things had been left as offerings: a splash of liquor, a few bejewelled flowers, a glass boat, and even a cookie. Quite what should be left as an offering for the reclusive seasonal deity was anyone's guess, really, though some had certainly done better than others.
Ghilio does not appear at the head of the banquet table so much as he grows out of the gnarled and twisted roots serving as a seat. His long fingers clutch at the arms of his chair as he scowls out at those who have opted to dance in the warm sunlight. With moss furrowing his brows like tufts of hair, the deity leans back and surveys the merriment and decadence set out before him with utter disinterest.
"Come--" The giant spriggan grumbles as he reaches for a goblet made of clay and wood. All such goblets on the table have been filled with water as sweet and pure as anything anyone present will have ever had against their lips, but for one attendee in particular, theirs is perhaps slightly different. Whether the Sword had simply brought the deity the most appropriate offering or if perhaps the being saw something it recognized and approved of in the gruff and occasionally terse Warden was anyone's guess.
With a private smirk that might merely have been the twisted bark-like skin of Ghilio's mouth and nothing more, a crown of brilliant and swollen flowers appears on Deimos's head.
Ghilio has rewarded Deimos with the following!
Spring Water | Held in a clay cup that cannot spill, this water can fully restore the HP of anyone/anything who drinks from it and removes any status effects they might have. One use.
Ghilio does not appear at the head of the banquet table so much as he grows out of the gnarled and twisted roots serving as a seat. His long fingers clutch at the arms of his chair as he scowls out at those who have opted to dance in the warm sunlight. With moss furrowing his brows like tufts of hair, the deity leans back and surveys the merriment and decadence set out before him with utter disinterest.
"Come--" The giant spriggan grumbles as he reaches for a goblet made of clay and wood. All such goblets on the table have been filled with water as sweet and pure as anything anyone present will have ever had against their lips, but for one attendee in particular, theirs is perhaps slightly different. Whether the Sword had simply brought the deity the most appropriate offering or if perhaps the being saw something it recognized and approved of in the gruff and occasionally terse Warden was anyone's guess.
With a private smirk that might merely have been the twisted bark-like skin of Ghilio's mouth and nothing more, a crown of brilliant and swollen flowers appears on Deimos's head.
Ghilio has rewarded Deimos with the following!
Spring Water | Held in a clay cup that cannot spill, this water can fully restore the HP of anyone/anything who drinks from it and removes any status effects they might have. One use.
