DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
A loud snort erupted through the Sword’s nares, gazing back at the sled. “I can always make another, for you to pull.” A tease and a taunt, but perhaps a necessary one if the moose did prove too large and cumbersome, and not enough space remained. But the beast trusted in his own abilities to make a structure fitting, strong, and sturdy enough, and left it at that. His attention meandered away from the justifications, and to the peryton awaiting his next decree. At segments flickering and flowing through companion bonds, the young, winged deer emitted one excited squeal, before hastening skyward again – permitting them to follow along his antics.
Easy enough, breaking through another clearing without rock, rubble, or massive snow mounds, so they could wander freely and without much distraction; allowing him to ponder Sah’s responses. The fact that he saw the Voice was intriguing; not passed off as many Abandoned might’ve been. Ignoring the past, and only focusing on the present, however, was a manipulative means – forgoing everything she’d done and committed: atrocity after atrocity. “But her actions paint a picture,” he noted, which Sah seemed to understand anyway. “And I fear it will continue. We have already had death and sickness. And she would like everyone to forget it happened?” Another visceral snort plumed from his chest, rising along vestiges and vapors into the cold air.
His head tilted, lost in thought, in encounters of another kind. “I met her once, when I was assisting Rexanna in being healed. She forced Loren and I’s heads down.” So they couldn’t see her power, or because their connections, their souls, were already brimming and filled to some other decrees – Attuned and Abandoned; a justification of things she couldn’t breach. A furrowing of his brows flickered at the last statement. “Why do you think they did that?” To have him rendered and deceived just like they’d been? A few theories spiked and calculated in Deimos’ mind, but he’d listen to Sah’s first.
Easy enough, breaking through another clearing without rock, rubble, or massive snow mounds, so they could wander freely and without much distraction; allowing him to ponder Sah’s responses. The fact that he saw the Voice was intriguing; not passed off as many Abandoned might’ve been. Ignoring the past, and only focusing on the present, however, was a manipulative means – forgoing everything she’d done and committed: atrocity after atrocity. “But her actions paint a picture,” he noted, which Sah seemed to understand anyway. “And I fear it will continue. We have already had death and sickness. And she would like everyone to forget it happened?” Another visceral snort plumed from his chest, rising along vestiges and vapors into the cold air.
His head tilted, lost in thought, in encounters of another kind. “I met her once, when I was assisting Rexanna in being healed. She forced Loren and I’s heads down.” So they couldn’t see her power, or because their connections, their souls, were already brimming and filled to some other decrees – Attuned and Abandoned; a justification of things she couldn’t breach. A furrowing of his brows flickered at the last statement. “Why do you think they did that?” To have him rendered and deceived just like they’d been? A few theories spiked and calculated in Deimos’ mind, but he’d listen to Sah’s first.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
