DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The stretches of Longheat had still done wonders for Halo, regardless of any visitors’ feelings. Warmer than usual, it assisted with growth amidst the brief pillars of greenery beyond the tundra, along with some burst of energy from the rest of them – working on their next set of scruples for the region. They could savor it for now, as the next few seasons were the harder ones, pressing back into the cold.
Between Starfall enterprises, Warden responsibilities, and family ties, the Sword still found time in between to dedicate to other means and measures (and avoiding paperwork). Leaving Erebos with Evie at this juncture, for he wasn’t entirely certain what Flora required, he left the barracks, winding around towards the shrine on long strides, towering over a majority of the crowd, parting portions of them easily as they moved alongside at his presence or simply felt a shadow nearby.
He gave a singular nod and a rumbled greeting towards the Torchline queen, not bothering to ask why they were at the altar; she’d mentioned previous pilgrimages before. He’d done enough of them in the past to comprehend the necessity. “Flora.” His glance went towards the offerings, some new and some faded, noting the star-shape with a vague smile, but saying nothing. Instead, his gaze returned to the Doubletake. “Did you need something?”
Between Starfall enterprises, Warden responsibilities, and family ties, the Sword still found time in between to dedicate to other means and measures (and avoiding paperwork). Leaving Erebos with Evie at this juncture, for he wasn’t entirely certain what Flora required, he left the barracks, winding around towards the shrine on long strides, towering over a majority of the crowd, parting portions of them easily as they moved alongside at his presence or simply felt a shadow nearby.
He gave a singular nod and a rumbled greeting towards the Torchline queen, not bothering to ask why they were at the altar; she’d mentioned previous pilgrimages before. He’d done enough of them in the past to comprehend the necessity. “Flora.” His glance went towards the offerings, some new and some faded, noting the star-shape with a vague smile, but saying nothing. Instead, his gaze returned to the Doubletake. “Did you need something?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
