DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos’ eyes narrowed, pondering over the complexities of such a rumor, or if someone with a bizarre sense of humor had offered Willis the false information. “We do have a healing spring now,” he offered. “But it is in the Fangs.”
Without a declarative answer towards his question, the Warden merely watched the other – incredibly uncertain, brow arching. Was he joining the guild or not? Was it a trial by basis sort of opportunity? Deimos had often just taken them at face value – if the individual was interested and intrigued, they were welcome to become a member.
As for the ningos needing to be rid of, the Sword could imagine it was likely a nuisance flock opting to take residence where they didn’t belong. An easy and efficient task, and probably something that would need to happen in the near future as well, since the birds rarely understood where they were meant to settle. Glancing over at the paper and the person who’d declared the bounty, he snorted, recognizing Mr. Took’s scrawl and handwriting. “Yes. Mr. Took is not a happy person by nature,” and the avian creatures would undoubtedly get under his skin. “His shop,” a large butcher’s building, “is down the corner.”
Without a declarative answer towards his question, the Warden merely watched the other – incredibly uncertain, brow arching. Was he joining the guild or not? Was it a trial by basis sort of opportunity? Deimos had often just taken them at face value – if the individual was interested and intrigued, they were welcome to become a member.
As for the ningos needing to be rid of, the Sword could imagine it was likely a nuisance flock opting to take residence where they didn’t belong. An easy and efficient task, and probably something that would need to happen in the near future as well, since the birds rarely understood where they were meant to settle. Glancing over at the paper and the person who’d declared the bounty, he snorted, recognizing Mr. Took’s scrawl and handwriting. “Yes. Mr. Took is not a happy person by nature,” and the avian creatures would undoubtedly get under his skin. “His shop,” a large butcher’s building, “is down the corner.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
