Cheesy Bread

Deus was easily distracted by his own ramblings, the fight on the horizon mostly forgotten and the image of he and his new best friend at the forefront of his mind. It sounded like the best idea in the entire universe to him, and as she copied his posing Deus knew that she must be thinking the same. "Oh I bet you can shake your quills and make the music even cooler! Nobody else can do that they'll be so jealous, you'll get to play two musics at a time!"

He was lost in his imagination, already wondering which family member he could beg to teach him to dance. If Aoife was going to be a famous maker of music, Deus knew he had to have the dancing skills to make her look good. Or the bodyguard skills, he hadn't quite decided yet. Either way he was unshakably invested now. "Where do you live? I hope it's close to me it feels like we walked forever to get here, but we're gonna need to practice a LOT if we wanna be good singer-dancer-fighters."