DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Considering her platitudes towards being careful in her latest segment of stories, Deimos could only arch his brow again, but let it go with a firm nod. Perhaps she’d be successful. Perhaps she wouldn’t and naught would change. Perhaps there’d be some residual anger and hostility.
He snorted at the insinuation of scolding, of lectures, of what parents were for. He’d received his fair share in times of youth and boyhood maelstroms; whether or not they were listened to or resounded along his stubborn, tenacious skull was another story. His mother had done her best and his father had greeted him with mischief; and somewhere along the lines he’d strived to be somewhat of a role model for Kiada. That particular notion ambled forth in an inward grimace and a sigh, because he’d clearly committed an error somewhere.
The inquiry about the Basin finally drudged up any further spoken words; the faint outline of a smile returning to his features. The General didn’t even bother to hide the pride or fondness in his voice. “You had to be strong and determined to survive there. But it was wonderful.” A finger pointed to the little pool he’d made to represent the watering hole; favored in the valley. “We had a lake that never froze,” and then the digit maneuvered to the next sightseeing position. “Hot springs to mend and soothe after battles,” and then finally to the twin monoliths at the forefront. “And statues that could sense an intruder.”
He snorted at the insinuation of scolding, of lectures, of what parents were for. He’d received his fair share in times of youth and boyhood maelstroms; whether or not they were listened to or resounded along his stubborn, tenacious skull was another story. His mother had done her best and his father had greeted him with mischief; and somewhere along the lines he’d strived to be somewhat of a role model for Kiada. That particular notion ambled forth in an inward grimace and a sigh, because he’d clearly committed an error somewhere.
The inquiry about the Basin finally drudged up any further spoken words; the faint outline of a smile returning to his features. The General didn’t even bother to hide the pride or fondness in his voice. “You had to be strong and determined to survive there. But it was wonderful.” A finger pointed to the little pool he’d made to represent the watering hole; favored in the valley. “We had a lake that never froze,” and then the digit maneuvered to the next sightseeing position. “Hot springs to mend and soothe after battles,” and then finally to the twin monoliths at the forefront. “And statues that could sense an intruder.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
