DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Weapons, of course, were his forte. Immediately, one palm coaxed and enticed a gilded formation, until some charcoal and parchment appeared within his grasp. Thereafter, upon her inquiry, and while she juggled (his attention wasn’t maintained on that for long), armaments and details within began to fly on the paper. Neatly and precisely sketched, the monolith began to announce and preside over them as they came to life; the familiar bounty of his knowledge and sagacity nearly a visible thing. “Swords and lances,” and he pointed to the serrated edges, the keen way in which there were several parameters and possibilities, depending on level of expertise and utility, including her aforementioned rapier. “Spears, axes, maces,” and his finger traced over these foundations too, with their multitude of varieties within staffs, war hammers, and bludgeons. “Crossbows and longbows,” which she’d likely be accustomed to.
Then he shifted to the smaller nuances. “Daggers, if you prefer very close combat,” and thereafter he included the throwing knives. Deimos opted not to include trebuchets or catapults, since those required significant movement, and weren’t handheld, but he did sketch some tinier slings. He passed the paper over, permitting her inspection and glances.
Then he shifted to the smaller nuances. “Daggers, if you prefer very close combat,” and thereafter he included the throwing knives. Deimos opted not to include trebuchets or catapults, since those required significant movement, and weren’t handheld, but he did sketch some tinier slings. He passed the paper over, permitting her inspection and glances.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
