omission

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Not expecting a trade, his brow arched even further, head tilting to indicate his listening and curiosity. And while the semblances spelled out might’ve been simple enough, it said far more that she was willing to exchange a lily for something he could make within half a moment (and that he’d just as easily give, with no need for transactions). His eyes narrowed significantly, pondering if there was a catch, but not voicing it yet. “Congratulations. Was this one you quested for?” Or perhaps he was merely hoping someone out there had snagged one from Frey’s Breath – to hear it was possible after so much time.

Contorting and creating a piece of parchment and charcoal into his hands, which was probably an already registered acceptance, the statements and questions were a considerate weight, meandering through the machinations in his mind. “I can do that. What were you thinking?” She could detail it for him, or even draw the artifact out herself – but the notion thereafter was one that had been lingering behind his teeth. “You were not going to give the flower to your fathers?” They'd likely be involved in any discussions about what to do with it thereafter, regardless, but perhaps there was something else going on that he didn't want to be implicated in.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I