DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos hid another snort, muffling it in the back of his throat, at the notion of several blankets being indulgent. Sah could have his preferences, and if he was content, comfortable, with the notions, then far be it for the Sword to judge. So he nodded, and followed along with the next train of thought. It was a comfortable, amusing distraction, away from the midst of frustration, or purposefully flying out the nearest window to escape.
He likely should’ve known better than to bring up the nature of a stove, but he hadn’t been certain over what Sah had picked up amongst and amidst the interim of another season spent within human thresholds. At the inquiry, he drew out a rough sketch on the same piece of paper, elongating and detailing the top with several burners, and then shoving the document in Sah’s direction, so that he might take a glance. “A place to cook your food. Unless you choose to utilize the fire?” In that case, he’d likely want a spit or some other form of cooking devices – and he concocted flames within the earlier outline of a hearth – with a pot lined and tucked up over the embers.
He likely should’ve known better than to bring up the nature of a stove, but he hadn’t been certain over what Sah had picked up amongst and amidst the interim of another season spent within human thresholds. At the inquiry, he drew out a rough sketch on the same piece of paper, elongating and detailing the top with several burners, and then shoving the document in Sah’s direction, so that he might take a glance. “A place to cook your food. Unless you choose to utilize the fire?” In that case, he’d likely want a spit or some other form of cooking devices – and he concocted flames within the earlier outline of a hearth – with a pot lined and tucked up over the embers.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
