DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Interesting,” was all the composed General had to say after the onslaught of movement and motion. There was no lie concocted in his mouth; the semblances were intriguing, for someone of little experience, save for books and their own instruction and methods, to have corresponded and orchestrated various means and measures. Perhaps she absorbed information readily from these small, trivial moments. Maybe she had fabricated her inabilities, and had yearned to put on a grand show. The speculations were rapid and evolving, constantly twisting and turning amongst the other ruses, schemes, and machinations in his mind.
He knew the weight of his decision; of things that would readily succeed, of uses and upheavals, of errors that could be maintained, polished, into learning devises. But he was not the only one immersed in the quandary, so the beast inclined his head first in a nod to Elide, respect given where it was due, the weight of his gaze segmented into hers. “We will take a moment to discuss.” A hint for Aisha to follow, as he backed away, out of earshot, towards the stone walls, where multitudes of their own lingered, committed to their duties, the sounds of steel overriding other nuances.
Therein, anyway, Deimos intended to use the Attuned bond, so their considerations would be silent. The monolith leaned near one of the braziers, catching the heat of the fire, folding his arms across his chest, otherwise stoic and unyielding. His voice was its own rumble, coiling towards Aisha’s mind. What are your thoughts?
He knew the weight of his decision; of things that would readily succeed, of uses and upheavals, of errors that could be maintained, polished, into learning devises. But he was not the only one immersed in the quandary, so the beast inclined his head first in a nod to Elide, respect given where it was due, the weight of his gaze segmented into hers. “We will take a moment to discuss.” A hint for Aisha to follow, as he backed away, out of earshot, towards the stone walls, where multitudes of their own lingered, committed to their duties, the sounds of steel overriding other nuances.
Therein, anyway, Deimos intended to use the Attuned bond, so their considerations would be silent. The monolith leaned near one of the braziers, catching the heat of the fire, folding his arms across his chest, otherwise stoic and unyielding. His voice was its own rumble, coiling towards Aisha’s mind. What are your thoughts?
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
