Deios, who had had his eyes closed and his brow furrowed with concentration for the majority of the journey suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils burning bright flame-orange, they soon faded back to their usual dull red and he turned his head, as if just noticing his surroundings.
"sorry about that silas, are we nearing avalon?," he said frustratedly as he began to move his stiff joints.
Deios was now wearing his crimson steel breastplate, his chest showing through the gap in the centre, and his rod which was clutched in his hand was shimmering slightly.
He sat out of his seat slightly and looked around briefly then re-seated himself and looked across at silas blankly.
"sorry about that silas, are we nearing avalon?," he said frustratedly as he began to move his stiff joints.
Deios was now wearing his crimson steel breastplate, his chest showing through the gap in the centre, and his rod which was clutched in his hand was shimmering slightly.
He sat out of his seat slightly and looked around briefly then re-seated himself and looked across at silas blankly.