Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The greenhouses resounding agreement caused a deepening grin, and indication of the choice was marked quickly upon the parchment. “It already has a pathway,” though he started to sketch anyway, wondering what they’d strive to contribute as far as décor and other options. They could make a large quantity on their own, without soliciting too much help. The silence over lanterns, in between other sentiments, was enough for him to circle that too; including the wake of his own massive quantities of the beacons and lights. Massive receptions would be easy enough, or so he believed. “We could probably set up refreshments and let them have at it,” shrugging his shoulders; games and antics were par for the course in some of the Halovian involvement – and he’d rather they get it out in the haze of thereafter. He could recall other matrimonial motions ruined by…well, the blight.
“I have not told many,” to which he wrinkled his nose – Kiada, Hotaru, and Sah thus far. Speaking to Noah about it had yet to come up – the Forsaken had enough on his plate, and a distinct timeline of his own. “Do we want a certain season?” Thereafter, his head tilted too, heaving a sigh, remembering Ru’s indications and sought-after schemes. “Or…colors?”
