DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
His brow arched at the response, and the immediate plucking, wondering what would’ve happened had both needed to cure a friend, alter a region. Leaving that to dissipate within a bristling mind moments later, he returned to his prior stature and stance, with no need to guard and shield the flower any longer. “Congratulations, then,” he rumbled instead – mind wandering through the possibilities and parameters of said remaining infected. Perhaps it didn’t matter in the end – just so long as there weren’t any lingering remnants of the Family.
Shrugging though, and offering up a snort, he shook his head. “I think that will beat out any lost food or handkerchiefs.” Shifting his bag up over his shoulder again, his eyes went towards the unwinding trails and pathways, the merchants adjusting lanterns or putting unsold wares out front, hoping passersby would catch a glimpse. “You need anything else?”
Shrugging though, and offering up a snort, he shook his head. “I think that will beat out any lost food or handkerchiefs.” Shifting his bag up over his shoulder again, his eyes went towards the unwinding trails and pathways, the merchants adjusting lanterns or putting unsold wares out front, hoping passersby would catch a glimpse. “You need anything else?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
