DEIMOS
With the ongoing projects with their home, Deimos had also tended to meander through the market and shops. While he could certainly forge and create tools, paint, and whatever else was necessary, he couldn’t replicate everything, and the specific shade and coat of pigments was already here.
Having already done a trade of goods and services with the shopkeeper, he intended to head his way out, until the Sentinel was spotted. “Noah,” he greeted, hands full of his own cans. His eyes slipped over the demigod’s own choice of hues; figuring it was meant for something in his house. Or perhaps with the twins. Giving him a moment, and not intending to interrupt any exchanges, he waited until everything was settled and done before the rumble of his voice returned. “New project?”
Having already done a trade of goods and services with the shopkeeper, he intended to head his way out, until the Sentinel was spotted. “Noah,” he greeted, hands full of his own cans. His eyes slipped over the demigod’s own choice of hues; figuring it was meant for something in his house. Or perhaps with the twins. Giving him a moment, and not intending to interrupt any exchanges, he waited until everything was settled and done before the rumble of his voice returned. “New project?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
