DEIMOS
Snorting at the antics of the mermaid, he returned to previous measures, and sat upon the designated rock, grabbing at the string they’d utilized for the jar. Time to test the ventures they’d taken so long to adhere to. Raising his head back to where she lingered and pirouetted in the water, the curious air along his features remained. “Can mermaids have magic?” Or did it unfurl in different wakes, like the Fae?
Acquiring the vessel once more, he created a piece of parchment and charcoal in his hands, taking a moment to write a message in neat, designated scrawl, before placing it back within. In a matter of seconds, he tightened the lid on the device, then carefully lowered it back into the sea. “I suppose we should see if it works,” obliging her with a nod, hoping to see the paper had not become waterlogged or adrift instantly.
Acquiring the vessel once more, he created a piece of parchment and charcoal in his hands, taking a moment to write a message in neat, designated scrawl, before placing it back within. In a matter of seconds, he tightened the lid on the device, then carefully lowered it back into the sea. “I suppose we should see if it works,” obliging her with a nod, hoping to see the paper had not become waterlogged or adrift instantly.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
