look upon a ruin

Deimos Kai, nothing more, nothing less, a dweller of brush, fronds, and trees. He pondered what to do next, until the question was prospered back in return, eyes narrowing, speculation cast into silence. “Deimos.” Naught else to signify either; hands extended, a shake, and then reeling back from his prior movements and motions. It wasn’t a surprise, despite any prior bewilderments, to see and hear the other insisted on knowing what he was doing – bizarre and strange under normal circumstances. He wasn’t sure what this constituted now. “Looking for leaves,” which sounded utterly all the more ridiculous, except not when concerning who and what it was for. “On a quest from Safrin.” A shrug, before he rumbled directly back to where he’d been before, glancing around for a significant leaflet with a brush of decay and strokes of life still remaining, not yet gone, not yet full either. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime