Deimos
Finishing off the tufts of feathers and wings, he slid the paper back over for her to peruse. “Better?” The stray comments caused another arch of his brow, unbothered by their complexities; knowing what it was like to be bitter and rancorous over the notions of deities, heralds, and all the ilk muddled in between. “Have you thought about going to see any?” Woolgathering the specifics of each wasn’t a bad idea – enough to ponder over her options, which would be the better choice for actions and ease.
As for the other inquiry, he could only muster another slight grin. “Quests are often like that. They are not meant to be effortless.” Otherwise, he could imagine the lines for each god to be quite long, and ire thus more invoked. “I cannot speak for Ludo, but I imagine it must utilize each part. There is a great deal of power within, even for a little object.” And a pair of them, at that.
As for the other inquiry, he could only muster another slight grin. “Quests are often like that. They are not meant to be effortless.” Otherwise, he could imagine the lines for each god to be quite long, and ire thus more invoked. “I cannot speak for Ludo, but I imagine it must utilize each part. There is a great deal of power within, even for a little object.” And a pair of them, at that.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
