DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
In between the collected feathers and everything else, the hour passed swiftly. Before long, the beast ducked down, opening the oven door to behold their work – grabbing the pan with a towel wrapped around his hand, and then placing it along the top of the stove. “There you go,” and he nodded poignantly at the baked ningos – seasoned and hopefully edible.
And so while it’d been a lengthy, drawn out day, there’d been successes amongst the multitudes of hard work and overtures. Perhaps that made the exhaustion in his brows worth it, as they could easily cut the meat apart and relish to their heart’s content. Eventually, the Sword figured, Sah would be able to do this on his own. “Ask around and try different things,” and that way he’d build up his own repertoire, of what he liked, of what he detested, and whatever else lingered and loitered.
{FIN}
And so while it’d been a lengthy, drawn out day, there’d been successes amongst the multitudes of hard work and overtures. Perhaps that made the exhaustion in his brows worth it, as they could easily cut the meat apart and relish to their heart’s content. Eventually, the Sword figured, Sah would be able to do this on his own. “Ask around and try different things,” and that way he’d build up his own repertoire, of what he liked, of what he detested, and whatever else lingered and loitered.
{FIN}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
