DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Completely unbothered by any strains in magic, for it’d been a long while since he’d felt such encounters, the Sword was content to persist and continue with obliterating piles of snow. By now bystanders had begun to tread their way on the new makeshift paths, though giving a wide and nervous berth towards the ursur companion. Deimos either nodded or granted them a slight wave as they hastened towards their next destinations, nearly complete with his portion.
As she paused, so did he, but only to reconfigure his gloves. Pulling them further down his hands, he gave a somewhat diminished sigh. “Seems to be a frostbloom variant. Glows. Eerie. Do not touch it – gives off some freezing properties.” He’d experienced it firsthand after barely snagging at it with his earthen enchantments. “Evie may bring one to Frey to see what is going on.” As for her traversing and intended sojourns, he nodded. “That would be a big help. Thank you.” Adjusting another pile, watching as it uncovered more cobblestones, his head tilted, curious and inquiring all the more. “Where are you headed?”
As she paused, so did he, but only to reconfigure his gloves. Pulling them further down his hands, he gave a somewhat diminished sigh. “Seems to be a frostbloom variant. Glows. Eerie. Do not touch it – gives off some freezing properties.” He’d experienced it firsthand after barely snagging at it with his earthen enchantments. “Evie may bring one to Frey to see what is going on.” As for her traversing and intended sojourns, he nodded. “That would be a big help. Thank you.” Adjusting another pile, watching as it uncovered more cobblestones, his head tilted, curious and inquiring all the more. “Where are you headed?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
