DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Political nightmares being one of his least favorite things to deal with, right alongside paperwork and meetings, he snorted at the suggestion. “Trades simply for books?” He mused, also mostly in jest and jocular dryness. There could be a great many benefits to alliances, but there were more discussions to be had; especially after the latest debacle with Dragoons that needed to be ironed out before anything else.
He wasn’t expecting the next inquiry after his own, and his tones had been out of curiosity more than anything else; the spire at the top of his icy pile coming down with his lapse of concentration. “A reading,” he uttered, striving not to wrinkle his nose at the word, as if it gave him indigestion. “About…?” Trying to appease and humor and finding it uncomfortable. “I like to believe I forge my own path.”
He wasn’t expecting the next inquiry after his own, and his tones had been out of curiosity more than anything else; the spire at the top of his icy pile coming down with his lapse of concentration. “A reading,” he uttered, striving not to wrinkle his nose at the word, as if it gave him indigestion. “About…?” Trying to appease and humor and finding it uncomfortable. “I like to believe I forge my own path.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
