Deimos had reservations miles wide – but kept it contained beneath the layers of twilight and garden expanse – taking the entire serene and tranquil atmosphere as a separate feature. Away from the old stories and the cruelly faceted jurisdictions of old. Away from the conspiracies and abhorrence. Away from the legends and vague looks. “Not what I expected,” he surmised again, as they persisted and continued down the path to the right. At this point, his predictions and calculations would’ve been stone, stone, and more stone, with some encompassing venture of decrepit prejudice – platitudes never directed towards plots, estates, and lawns. His strides were sedate instead of the usual sweeping turns and paces, permitting a placid venture to take everything in.
Such as the animals amidst the enclosures, incapable of helping himself from turning and twisting in various directions to see how everything unfurled. Or what was watching. He could see unicorns from some distance, amidst rolling fields, cloud wyrms contorting along their containers, and an abundance of wine spiders as they strolled by. “Do you know anything about it?” He probably should’ve asked rather than meandering or merely taking Sah up on the offer – but perhaps the Wild Thunder had heard more.
Such as the animals amidst the enclosures, incapable of helping himself from turning and twisting in various directions to see how everything unfurled. Or what was watching. He could see unicorns from some distance, amidst rolling fields, cloud wyrms contorting along their containers, and an abundance of wine spiders as they strolled by. “Do you know anything about it?” He probably should’ve asked rather than meandering or merely taking Sah up on the offer – but perhaps the Wild Thunder had heard more.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
