into the endlessness

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword wasn’t left alone for long, though he would have appreciated the scenery regardless. Taking his surroundings in, within a moment he heard Ronin’s call from the distance, offering a brief nod and wave, closing the gap in longer strides as the demigod came jogging up. “It was fine,” and he gave a small grin, snagging at the offered shot between clasped arms. Jutting his jawline towards the aforementioned waterfall before he was whisked away towards the meadow and houseboat, the curiosity and inquiries struck. “Is it natural?” Presuming on many similar components immersed amidst Caido, or the option of Remi and Ronin simply creating one themselves. But then there were more alterations before his eyes, and it was almost amusing to think battles had taken place nearby, to come upon vegetable gardens and tucked away homes. “You have been busy,” he rumbled, eventually drinking down the shot before Remi’s voice was heard. He’d never expected a greeting from the Lullaby, based on years of knowing the man after many traumas and events, eyes widening slightly at the compliment and statement. It permitted him a moment to lay down one of the many guards and layers, allowing the flicker of a juvenile grin. “Figured I would take the rare opportunity when we are not all embroiled in a crisis,” for that brief instant anyway. Glowing bracelets, disappeared goddesses, and other coincidences notwithstanding. He took another look around, absorbed in several other sights and sounds, before focusing on both. “Thank you.” A brief pause, considerations and mind turning, and then his piercing gaze landed on the companions. “You all look well.” Which he meant wholeheartedly – peaceful, content, out of the way of vitriol, vehemence, and schemes. Reaching into his pockets, out of habit for his own bonded creatures and anyone else’s, he held out a palm full of treats for either dragon or spriggan. “It was a close call.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace