DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Preferences could alter, adapt, and change with practice, precision, and time. Unfortunately, the last portions were shorter and shorter with war looming, but at least Darkeye had found the opportunity to carve out this lesson. “You are always welcome to come try them out here.” Recruits were constantly trying out new ones as well.
When Zuriel was finished, she gave a slight nod, before accepting one of Deimos’ many treats lining his pockets, and then leisurely strolling over to her routine napping spot. The General’s attention returned to the cleric as the unicorn meandered away, a slight sigh clustering in his lungs, not forgetting the bizarre happenstance of Torchline. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” A pause, before turning back to his other constituents. “Take care of yourself.”
{FIN}
When Zuriel was finished, she gave a slight nod, before accepting one of Deimos’ many treats lining his pockets, and then leisurely strolling over to her routine napping spot. The General’s attention returned to the cleric as the unicorn meandered away, a slight sigh clustering in his lungs, not forgetting the bizarre happenstance of Torchline. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” A pause, before turning back to his other constituents. “Take care of yourself.”
{FIN}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
