DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The juvenile grin unfurled further, nearly Cheshire, as he commanded his attention back to piles of snow, easing them away from more cobblestones. He gave it more than a moment of spun silence, perhaps to antagonize, maybe to simply provoke and be obnoxious, before shrugging his shoulders. “I do not know much of what they hold,” and most would be based on rumor and hearsay, since they’d never been able to see for themselves. “But if you were them,” and thanks the gods neither of them were, “Would you not tuck something away?” From prying eyes and those with incantations, shuffled amidst corridors of ancient stone and slate?
Muffling laughter, but determined to see if he’d goaded her into some segments of curiosity and suspicion, the depths of his eyes raised upwards, following the rise of the sun, before flickering downward again. “At the very least, I have heard of a large library.” Full of knowledge and tomes and books off-limits to those of their decree; until now.
Muffling laughter, but determined to see if he’d goaded her into some segments of curiosity and suspicion, the depths of his eyes raised upwards, following the rise of the sun, before flickering downward again. “At the very least, I have heard of a large library.” Full of knowledge and tomes and books off-limits to those of their decree; until now.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
