DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Sah’s contributions were swift, and before long, with no guilt left to harbor in slaying the damned, idiotic birds. He set his accord in plucking, removing the feathers quickly, and then put those aside too, in case the Abandoned wanted to utilize them for a pillow or any other means in the future. Meanwhile, he went over some other instructions, mind wandering back and forth, multi-tasking. “Place them in a pan and get the oven to a certain temperature,” at this, he eyed the stove itself, waiting until the object had warmed up enough. He grabbed ahold of a pan, probably conjured by him earlier anyway, who knew anymore – and his eyes went around, glancing for some proportion of seasoning, or butter to slide along the rim, ensuring the bird’s didn’t stick.
As for the other inquiry, he shrugged his shoulders, and then opened the door, sliding the fowl within. “How long it takes depends on the weight of the animal. These should probably take an hour.”
As for the other inquiry, he shrugged his shoulders, and then opened the door, sliding the fowl within. “How long it takes depends on the weight of the animal. These should probably take an hour.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
