DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
To be fair, Deimos found an array of things amusing. Usually there was a mixture of mischief or violence involved; a healthy dose of devilry or schadenfreude to make up the fortitude and difference. But this was neither of those things – just basics that were often overlooked because human lives dictated them as necessities, moments in life precluded and preluded by their experiences. Sah’s adjustments had been seen in the way he hadn’t understood roofs or buildings before – but comprehended the notion of hunting very well. It was all in what everyone encountered along the way. There were a multitude of things the Sword couldn’t quite fathom either – alternating strengths in backgrounds and knowledge.
Not begrudging the notion, just applying a shrug through his shoulders, the beast left the subject to drift away. If Sah found the blanket suitable enough, then there’d be no need. “If you are comfortable with that.” Deimos had slept beneath stars and tents and mountains multiple times throughout war campaigns and skirmishes; but after a while, lacerations, wounds, and injuries took their toll too.
He nodded towards the fireplace, then maneuvered around the potential of a kitchen. “What about a stove?” Perhaps that hadn’t been up the former wolf’s alley – considering the old woman with her casserole – but cooking would have to be something he learned, an acquired skill.
Not begrudging the notion, just applying a shrug through his shoulders, the beast left the subject to drift away. If Sah found the blanket suitable enough, then there’d be no need. “If you are comfortable with that.” Deimos had slept beneath stars and tents and mountains multiple times throughout war campaigns and skirmishes; but after a while, lacerations, wounds, and injuries took their toll too.
He nodded towards the fireplace, then maneuvered around the potential of a kitchen. “What about a stove?” Perhaps that hadn’t been up the former wolf’s alley – considering the old woman with her casserole – but cooking would have to be something he learned, an acquired skill.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
