DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Another project slated then, indicative and different from the range of others. He’d likely have to study the oven in his own apartments to discern the complexity, parts, and hinges all working, fusing, and combining together. There might be some range of difficulty in that he was no mechanic, but with some effort, trial, and error, their efforts wouldn’t be molten and distorted. “Neither have I,” and he snorted, the ghost of a laugh fumbling through. “We can figure it out.” For that was the Sword at his very core – obstinate, tenacious, and persevering, a stubborn wall of might and diligence. With some violence and vigilance thrown in between.
Deimos glanced up from his work, from the line of sketches already forming below the oven, with portions and adornments he could recall by name and picture in his head. The semblances and notions of currency were in labor, were in game, were in favors, rewards, and so he nodded in indication. “Yes. There is likely plenty of work to be had.” And certainly more individuals eyeing food; no matter how many resources they compiled prior to the season.
As for the ursur furs, he shrugged. “If you cannot find anything, let me know.” And then those could be distributed in either directions.
Deimos glanced up from his work, from the line of sketches already forming below the oven, with portions and adornments he could recall by name and picture in his head. The semblances and notions of currency were in labor, were in game, were in favors, rewards, and so he nodded in indication. “Yes. There is likely plenty of work to be had.” And certainly more individuals eyeing food; no matter how many resources they compiled prior to the season.
As for the ursur furs, he shrugged. “If you cannot find anything, let me know.” And then those could be distributed in either directions.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
