DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The interplay of emotions on her face were easy enough to read, and he muffled the lightest snort threatening to billow from his chest. The words were keen and honest enough though. And with the latest information he’d had to parse through – Halo’s neutrality would only last so long. Not with Morgan’s allegiance to Neron (so utterly bizarre to him; he’d thought her far above catering to a fool who’d nearly toppled her own kingdom – but perhaps they hadn’t known each other well at all). Not with the war pressing in. And he wasn’t about to run to the Warden with this information, not after their last conversation where there’d been a brutal severing of friendships.
Or with the notion of the Voice gaining access in some way. He managed not to grimace, to sink into the perplexing reaches of things that had been, but his eyes narrowed in brief speculation. “That is fair.” Her choice then, to rankle her efforts towards the Warden, or covertly carve up ice and dig for deeper treasure.
As for the creature, the monolith circumvented back over his memories. “Quite large, but it was difficult to see anything else.” The shape and form mystifying; he might’ve likened it to a whale of some sort, but he hadn’t gained a decent enough picture. “It was before I had the ability to converse with animals, so I am not certain either.” Archaic and arcane, old enough to be granted the earth, and to be left alone. At the very least, Seren didn’t seem obliged to be amongst the many who’d seek its destruction, which put him slightly at ease.
Or with the notion of the Voice gaining access in some way. He managed not to grimace, to sink into the perplexing reaches of things that had been, but his eyes narrowed in brief speculation. “That is fair.” Her choice then, to rankle her efforts towards the Warden, or covertly carve up ice and dig for deeper treasure.
As for the creature, the monolith circumvented back over his memories. “Quite large, but it was difficult to see anything else.” The shape and form mystifying; he might’ve likened it to a whale of some sort, but he hadn’t gained a decent enough picture. “It was before I had the ability to converse with animals, so I am not certain either.” Archaic and arcane, old enough to be granted the earth, and to be left alone. At the very least, Seren didn’t seem obliged to be amongst the many who’d seek its destruction, which put him slightly at ease.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
