Being what he was and whose he was and what he stood for, Deimos wasn't used to being treated as an individual, an entity of its own and he doubted there had ever been a time when he was not part of The Twins or just another one of Ares' sons. This was new, new and a little bit exciting. He was used to being on his own and being separated from the family hadn't hurt - not much. Perhaps this was another step towards something unknown but ultimately beneficial?
The boy tumbled through the door onto a field where a white tent was and laughed. It escaped him whether he knew - should know - the host or the other guests; remembering faces he didn't grow up around was always difficult but even that was quickly forgotten as he stepped into the tent.