DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The Sword would be the first to admit that he lacked many fundamentals of plant knowledge. Any and all sagacity had been warranted into survival tendencies amongst fields of war, avoidance of poisonous leaves, or wisdom picked up here and there amongst experiences. And while he could conjure earthen roots and create flora to some degree, he left those notions to the masters of their profession; preferring the skills of battle and prowess of armaments.
Snagging at the verdure gathered from the festival upon Evie’s advice, the General marched into the greenhouse, preferring to leave Halo with the benefits, rather than any other land. Plucking off furs and layers, and leaving them along the many coat hooks by the glass doors, he surveyed the rows upon rows of crops, trees, saplings, and sprouts, before making a left, hastening towards the column of vegetables. Nodding towards some others nestled nearby, likely gathering for the markets, he crouched beside a bundle of peppers, opening the tiny satchel of seeds and pooling them into his palm.
Snagging at the verdure gathered from the festival upon Evie’s advice, the General marched into the greenhouse, preferring to leave Halo with the benefits, rather than any other land. Plucking off furs and layers, and leaving them along the many coat hooks by the glass doors, he surveyed the rows upon rows of crops, trees, saplings, and sprouts, before making a left, hastening towards the column of vegetables. Nodding towards some others nestled nearby, likely gathering for the markets, he crouched beside a bundle of peppers, opening the tiny satchel of seeds and pooling them into his palm.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
