an anomalily

DEIMOS

If one were capable of wrinkling their beak, he would’ve; instead, he coasted along, seemingly unimpressed by both banter and the less and less likelihood of spotting any lilies. I am not seeing anything he mustered, withholding a sigh (especially as the god damn bones appeared). And while Sunjata was more than welcome to ebb and flow his way through the waters, Deimos knew he would have to rotate back through at a later time. I have to head home, but can always return later. Unless they wanted to strive for the Greatwood again – but recent experiences weren’t proving to be very successful or encouraging.

[FIN]

"who's gonna let you?"

they asked. i said

"who's gonna stop me?"