DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Though it’d been uttered to be mostly teasing, Sah seemed to take it readily in hand, explanations unwinding as the beast finalized the checks on his sled, on the rest of the tools laden within. “I did not know either, not until my second one.” He laughed, the deep rumble in his chest while he waited for Belial to return, or send information on ahead. Perhaps Outlanders altered the traditional roles out of pure ignorance; it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But he nodded on the inclination of such a promise, an upholding, as they inspected the mold.
His ears perked, attention riveted, at the notion of pranks; fake pools of blood meant to render someone in surprise. The Sword was never above any semblance of mischief, and more than once the citizens of Halo had been harpooned straight into his provocations. But he didn’t know the first thing about fertilizer, and certainly not about enriching soil. “Maybe we could bring it to the greenhouse, and see if someone knows?” A shrug of his shoulders; not wanting to place it in there in case it was some hazardous plant, but they wouldn’t know until someone with actual sagacity and wisdom could inspect it. He jutted his jaw forward, indicating Sah could place it in the sled – already one catch of the day – before Belial’s sights came into his mind.
The peryton had spotted several proportions of wildlife: from deer, to moose, to luxere, and finally, a lone ursur munching on a carcass further along. While the youth hadn’t returned yet, he continued sending out pictures and images through the bond, enough to relay the information in return. So he raised his gaze out over the tundra, the piercing depths locking upon a knoll, a set of boulders, over the horizon. “Belial found deer, moose, luxere, and a single ursur.” Only thereafter did his stare settle upon Sah – awaiting the finality.
His ears perked, attention riveted, at the notion of pranks; fake pools of blood meant to render someone in surprise. The Sword was never above any semblance of mischief, and more than once the citizens of Halo had been harpooned straight into his provocations. But he didn’t know the first thing about fertilizer, and certainly not about enriching soil. “Maybe we could bring it to the greenhouse, and see if someone knows?” A shrug of his shoulders; not wanting to place it in there in case it was some hazardous plant, but they wouldn’t know until someone with actual sagacity and wisdom could inspect it. He jutted his jaw forward, indicating Sah could place it in the sled – already one catch of the day – before Belial’s sights came into his mind.
The peryton had spotted several proportions of wildlife: from deer, to moose, to luxere, and finally, a lone ursur munching on a carcass further along. While the youth hadn’t returned yet, he continued sending out pictures and images through the bond, enough to relay the information in return. So he raised his gaze out over the tundra, the piercing depths locking upon a knoll, a set of boulders, over the horizon. “Belial found deer, moose, luxere, and a single ursur.” Only thereafter did his stare settle upon Sah – awaiting the finality.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
