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 hid his amusements, though a wry smile might have risen over the edges of his mouth. No laughter, no chuckles, just basic consideration in the confusion of shifts, of adjustments, made by Sah. Basics in food and shelter had already taken place, and some other individual had obviously already seen to ensuring Sah survived in another manner. While Halo was strong, tough, and formidable, it had its hospitable quirks too – the people managed because of one another. The steel and resolve were factors within all of their backbones, and they only yielded to each other.
So he listened, calculating, picking up the pen once more. Instead of tending to the other business matters though, he hastened towards this line of distraction, grabbing hold of a blank sheet layered and lurking underneath. “Someplace to sleep.” And he drew out a bed, some form of a mattress that likely would be more comfortable than a hardened wood or stone floor. “Perhaps a fireplace?” Thereafter he continued in the measures, sketching out a hearth tucked into or against a wall. There was also bathing to consider, but perhaps that wasn’t something a wolf turned human seemed concerned with for the moment.
So he listened, calculating, picking up the pen once more. Instead of tending to the other business matters though, he hastened towards this line of distraction, grabbing hold of a blank sheet layered and lurking underneath. “Someplace to sleep.” And he drew out a bed, some form of a mattress that likely would be more comfortable than a hardened wood or stone floor. “Perhaps a fireplace?” Thereafter he continued in the measures, sketching out a hearth tucked into or against a wall. There was also bathing to consider, but perhaps that wasn’t something a wolf turned human seemed concerned with for the moment.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
