DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
But it had been an opportunity; one that the Voice had strived to seize. He pondered over the platitudes of what had occurred over the years: especially with the raising of the dead just last Leafchange. Perhaps even those moments had been sparked in desperation, a chance to override Old God traditions, and snag, steal, from Mort’s Realm. The how didn’t perplex him as much as the why, but even then, would it really matter? They knew what foreboding figures and decisions lay ahead, and he’d learned the cost of war over and over again. “And maybe it was just that. You were willing to listen.” Simpler than catering to the other heralds; and hadn’t she always prided herself on being different from them? An easy snap of the fingers, and lives were forever changed.
Relief only came when Sah announced he had no intentions of Ascension; fixturing on his features with an arched brow and something akin to a muffled laugh. “Very true. You have come leaps and bounds already.” And he maneuvered onward, a stronger tug on the sled, underneath Belial’s constant shadow. “No need to make it even worse.” Another low chuckle and rumble, pondering over the likes of losing senses, of creatures of nature. It was the lack of control for him – why the notions had never come over his frame. Besides immediate influences the moment he arrived, he had no desire of being so tightly tethered, noosed, and dependent.
He raised his head once more, glancing upwards to where the peryton began to lower himself, an indication they were near. “The moose is just around the corner. Do you want to use the same strategy?”
Relief only came when Sah announced he had no intentions of Ascension; fixturing on his features with an arched brow and something akin to a muffled laugh. “Very true. You have come leaps and bounds already.” And he maneuvered onward, a stronger tug on the sled, underneath Belial’s constant shadow. “No need to make it even worse.” Another low chuckle and rumble, pondering over the likes of losing senses, of creatures of nature. It was the lack of control for him – why the notions had never come over his frame. Besides immediate influences the moment he arrived, he had no desire of being so tightly tethered, noosed, and dependent.
He raised his head once more, glancing upwards to where the peryton began to lower himself, an indication they were near. “The moose is just around the corner. Do you want to use the same strategy?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
