DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The insinuations lurked in between; Deimos could sense them, even if the inquiry wasn’t mentioned outright. Time wasn’t on their side now though, nor his preference for teaching along Torchline – though, given Talyson’s role and experience in Halo, maybe the sudden cold snap in its reaches wouldn’t matter to him. And he wasn’t going to mention his and Evie’s trip to the springs for multiple reasons. So, when the question didn’t launch, the General concentrated on his own efforts, watching as the orange sapling began to ascend to the surface. “You could choose a place with a shallow end,” images roaming towards the Miana Pool, or any little pocket inlet along the sea, “and stand within it. Get used to it.” Splash about. Be foolish, but not dangerously so. Become comfortable.
Curiosities from before nestled in layers when Boreal reappeared – a ningo dropped at the courier’s feet. Bemused, the Sword permitted another smile before rising from his crouch, and meandering back down the line of trees to find a place for the lemon. “There you go. Dinner for the evening.”
Curiosities from before nestled in layers when Boreal reappeared – a ningo dropped at the courier’s feet. Bemused, the Sword permitted another smile before rising from his crouch, and meandering back down the line of trees to find a place for the lemon. “There you go. Dinner for the evening.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
