DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He’d been told about nothing dangerous entails before; and it ended up being quite treacherous. In fact, the Sword could probably list out a sequence of events that concluded in such a matter. So his scrutiny remained in the depths of his gaze as he listened to the information provided. “A treasure hunt,” instigated with a flattened tone, the arch of his brow the only thing signifying movement in his features. Or that he’d never gone on such an expedition himself – more prone to combating fiends, and shielding others. More people. More magic required. “Where?”
Of which he’d give no compliance, acceptance, or refusal towards – even if the matter seemed far away - until he had vital information. Too many things occurred in rapid formation amongst Caido, spiraling in and out of contortions and distortions well before they could survive another season. And that was just from the people, the inhabitants, rather than any monsters, or mayhem brimming below the surface.
Of which he’d give no compliance, acceptance, or refusal towards – even if the matter seemed far away - until he had vital information. Too many things occurred in rapid formation amongst Caido, spiraling in and out of contortions and distortions well before they could survive another season. And that was just from the people, the inhabitants, rather than any monsters, or mayhem brimming below the surface.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
