DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
It was a given that Deimos always had things to do at home – the region’s list seemed to have grown longer in the absence of the Family and more so in the wakes of peace (though, far less treacherous in his estimations). But he was also already out, so other than returning to his own shelter and sanctuary, which would happen soon after these intervals anyway, saving time for a spar or practice wasn’t much hassle. He wasn’t a complacent individual, and certainly not in the matters of combat.
Amused, he snorted again, but granted a nod of acceptance, preferring parameters beforehand. “Anything you want to work on in particular?” Weaponry? Magic? Shifts? Or something else altogether, he supposed – fortitude and endurance could always come up. While the Ancient decided and toiled upon the subject, the Sword’s long strides were already making their way several yards from the marketplace – wanting to keep a safe distance from wares and merchants.
Amused, he snorted again, but granted a nod of acceptance, preferring parameters beforehand. “Anything you want to work on in particular?” Weaponry? Magic? Shifts? Or something else altogether, he supposed – fortitude and endurance could always come up. While the Ancient decided and toiled upon the subject, the Sword’s long strides were already making their way several yards from the marketplace – wanting to keep a safe distance from wares and merchants.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
