DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He could hear the dragon’s rumble before he spotted her, shifting ever so slightly in his crouch to appease her presence and ground himself in the same stead; opposed to falling on the surface of the greenhouse soil. Careful to close his fingers around the seeds so they weren’t jostled or lost, he utilized his other hand to scratch at the top of the companion’s head. “Boreal,” he greeted with his own low vocals, palm dropping to find treats in his pants pockets, rather than the coat left behind at the entrance, offering them habitually, routinely. He didn't apologize for Belial's lack of presence - the peryton off foraging for his own meal. Deimos figured the dragon wouldn't mind anyway.
Talyson’s appearance coincided with the flying lizard’s arrival, and the General’s eyes lifted to spot the courier dashing down the rows and columns. Withholding a snort, and gaze going to the box (perhaps the Accepted had been doing the same thing), he rose back to his full height, showing the seeds. “Finding a place to plant these,” amongst and amidst its brethren, he’d figured. Jutting his jaw towards the container Talyson held, his own curiosity meandered, and then bluntly echoed. “And you?”
Talyson’s appearance coincided with the flying lizard’s arrival, and the General’s eyes lifted to spot the courier dashing down the rows and columns. Withholding a snort, and gaze going to the box (perhaps the Accepted had been doing the same thing), he rose back to his full height, showing the seeds. “Finding a place to plant these,” amongst and amidst its brethren, he’d figured. Jutting his jaw towards the container Talyson held, his own curiosity meandered, and then bluntly echoed. “And you?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
