DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Unbothered by defiance or squared shoulders, as he was often a seditious sort himself, he merely continued to lean, the habitual brow arch remaining firmly in place. The charming smile didn’t affect him either, listening to the information while the rest of the bar murmured around them. Luckily for the strangers, he did know the name, because he made it a point to do so, as a guardian of the mountain world. “One of the merchants?” His eyeline drifted away from her and the other, towards the windows of the Kraai, where the wake of the snow land hustled and bustled up and down the street. “Few blocks over.”
While the rest of the inhabitants might have found the inquiry humorous, given who he was and what he’d done, the Sword couldn’t, and wouldn’t, care if he was ever a household name. Actions might have preceded him, and sometimes they didn’t at all – fine, by his regards. Taking in her offered title, and that of her family, he committed it to memory, nodding. “Deimos.” Eventually maneuvering off the bar, and returning to his full height and stature, he motioned towards the door, long strides taking him a few paces over, and opening the aperture. “I can show you where his shop is.”
While the rest of the inhabitants might have found the inquiry humorous, given who he was and what he’d done, the Sword couldn’t, and wouldn’t, care if he was ever a household name. Actions might have preceded him, and sometimes they didn’t at all – fine, by his regards. Taking in her offered title, and that of her family, he committed it to memory, nodding. “Deimos.” Eventually maneuvering off the bar, and returning to his full height and stature, he motioned towards the door, long strides taking him a few paces over, and opening the aperture. “I can show you where his shop is.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
