DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
While Belial curiously stalked forward, Deimos listened, eyeing the peryton before his gaze went back to Koa once more. He gave a swift nod, the comprehension easy – the lie to follow suit just as much. The warm glow of Safrin’s talisman hinted, chiseled its way against his chest in another comprehensible, tangible thicket. He’d likely given the same fabrications many times over; easier to disassemble and put up a buffeting shield of nothing than to delve deeper into the sentiments and feelings. So he permitted Koa to have it, just as others had done for him before. The Dragoon would have to determine when it’d all come crumbling (if at all); the Sword wouldn’t intrude upon that.
Instead, he altered course, granting another small smile at the notions of coffee. “That we can do.” His companion gave one more sniff before launching off the bench and following the Warden’s long strides as they began to thread their way back into the Palace’s pavilions, and the carafes of caffeine available by warming braziers. Along the way other merchants, assistants, offered alms for anyone requiring the aid; he persisted, unfurling a long breath until they came to the stand, and Koa would have his pick of the lot (including some pastries; the aroma of cinnamon and cloves intertwining amongst the breezeway). “Have you chosen somewhere to settle yet?” He figured a majority would go for Torchline or King’s End. He might’ve asked more too, had something, gilded amongst the stonework, not caught his eye.
The peryton launched after it, but Deimos was quicker, snagging at the warm rock before the deer could eat it, holding it up to the light in careful study.
Instead, he altered course, granting another small smile at the notions of coffee. “That we can do.” His companion gave one more sniff before launching off the bench and following the Warden’s long strides as they began to thread their way back into the Palace’s pavilions, and the carafes of caffeine available by warming braziers. Along the way other merchants, assistants, offered alms for anyone requiring the aid; he persisted, unfurling a long breath until they came to the stand, and Koa would have his pick of the lot (including some pastries; the aroma of cinnamon and cloves intertwining amongst the breezeway). “Have you chosen somewhere to settle yet?” He figured a majority would go for Torchline or King’s End. He might’ve asked more too, had something, gilded amongst the stonework, not caught his eye.
The peryton launched after it, but Deimos was quicker, snagging at the warm rock before the deer could eat it, holding it up to the light in careful study.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
