DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Hauling another segment of snow over the ground, he persisted in peeling away layers of fallen abyss, more and more of the road became less of a desolate and stark outline, and further portions of the Halovian streets they were all accustomed to. It was enough of a routine into his incantations now that he could listen fully, rather than pausing to soak in information – if the Ru quip, and her obvious whereabouts amidst Sunjata’s abode segmented anything, it was amidst a barely scrutable clenching of his jaw.
And even then, he kept the nature of his rancor to himself, eventually breathing it away on a forged inhale and exhale, before his eyes flickered back to the Seer. “Torchline is always nice, if you enjoy the sea. I heard the waves are higher now.” Whether that would entice her towards the ocean remained to be seen – his own affinity for waves and beaches clambered straight from childhood and wild youths across sands, leaving their imprints on bare feet and hoots of gulls. “And perhaps eventually Stormbreak will be open.” Not that he was all that eager to explore the once-prejudiced domain, save for maybe out of spite.
And even then, he kept the nature of his rancor to himself, eventually breathing it away on a forged inhale and exhale, before his eyes flickered back to the Seer. “Torchline is always nice, if you enjoy the sea. I heard the waves are higher now.” Whether that would entice her towards the ocean remained to be seen – his own affinity for waves and beaches clambered straight from childhood and wild youths across sands, leaving their imprints on bare feet and hoots of gulls. “And perhaps eventually Stormbreak will be open.” Not that he was all that eager to explore the once-prejudiced domain, save for maybe out of spite.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
