DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The distraction worked; as his mind was already loosening away from the walls, fortifications, and fortresses carefully stoked and built around his features. Easing more into the quandary, the monolith pondered the inquiries simultaneously. “If I were to create them with magic, it would take time.” And energy – the might of his endurance, which he had in spades, and the coiled restlessness in his form might have found it suitable, something else to concentrate on rather than bickering, feuding Halovians or some other rights invoked on a nearby document. He didn’t consider it terribly complicated – but he also contorted weapons on a daily basis. It was a shrug of his shoulders, but the offer was there just the same. It might be easier to acquire it from kiosks and other ready craftspeople.
“The market would have some.” Sah could barter some range of influence there – perhaps trade in some of his hunted game, work, or other talents. “We may have leftover ursur furs as well.” The Sword’s eyes narrowed briefly, as if pondering, wondering, how many remained in the closet amongst the barracks; if Aisha had pilfered the last of them in her cursed state.
“The market would have some.” Sah could barter some range of influence there – perhaps trade in some of his hunted game, work, or other talents. “We may have leftover ursur furs as well.” The Sword’s eyes narrowed briefly, as if pondering, wondering, how many remained in the closet amongst the barracks; if Aisha had pilfered the last of them in her cursed state.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
