DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Details of LongNight adventures and frustrations seemingly over, he turned his attentions towards the notions of open portals, trade efforts, and the thoughts of not so lingering isolation. Whether or not this would invite other trials or tribulations wasn’t lost on him; but they could potentially also be better off in the long run. Supplies wouldn’t have to be stocked, and therefore frozen, so readily. There could be a greater boon in the market. Or another refuge; uncertain of what the future held. The monolith nodded in tangent with the Warden’s agreement, the paper placed down on the desk for her perusal.
Scrupulous, meticulous, scrutinizing, and observant from years upon years on battlefields, in skirmishes, learning to read an enemy or adversary from beacons away, the Sword hadn’t missed the way she’d shifted, alternating motions until it was brushed aside and away. Curious, his eyes narrowed briefly, as if he was seeking to delve further, pondering over the enigmatic motions, before letting it slide off, into the midst of silence again. If she’d wanted to disclose it, he presumed the Glacier would have.
Other than that, he had nothing else to divulge. Halo had survived, had remained strong and enduring, a quiet season spent preparing their Ascended for the unknown. Shaking his head in response, he turned to go, presuming there was nothing any further, when the inquiry stopped the motion. A very brief snort flickered, mostly due to the nature of their last training, when he’d been recovering in between bouts and blows of sickness, and Morgan launching from a roof into his sides. Felled within a matter of moments. “If you want,” though he paused, the slightest of smirks echoing and resounding in the corner of his mouth. “No more aerial assaults though.” He was far stronger now anyway, back to the enduring, fortified, steeled heathen. Considerations continued, consistent and calculating. “Magic or weapons?”
Scrupulous, meticulous, scrutinizing, and observant from years upon years on battlefields, in skirmishes, learning to read an enemy or adversary from beacons away, the Sword hadn’t missed the way she’d shifted, alternating motions until it was brushed aside and away. Curious, his eyes narrowed briefly, as if he was seeking to delve further, pondering over the enigmatic motions, before letting it slide off, into the midst of silence again. If she’d wanted to disclose it, he presumed the Glacier would have.
Other than that, he had nothing else to divulge. Halo had survived, had remained strong and enduring, a quiet season spent preparing their Ascended for the unknown. Shaking his head in response, he turned to go, presuming there was nothing any further, when the inquiry stopped the motion. A very brief snort flickered, mostly due to the nature of their last training, when he’d been recovering in between bouts and blows of sickness, and Morgan launching from a roof into his sides. Felled within a matter of moments. “If you want,” though he paused, the slightest of smirks echoing and resounding in the corner of his mouth. “No more aerial assaults though.” He was far stronger now anyway, back to the enduring, fortified, steeled heathen. Considerations continued, consistent and calculating. “Magic or weapons?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
