DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Windows opened, a strong breeze flickered through, rivaling the heat of the fire. Deimos would permit it for a scarce few moments, just to get the renewal of air, before closing it slightly, not wishing for the heat to be lost. It seemed the cleric had the same notions anyway, reaching them again before the Sword had the opportunity. Once the boxes were cleared out of the dining room, he took a rag, dampening it with some water, and began going over the table. The words from Darkeye weren’t harsh, but they prompted a sigh. “That is a long story,” and one he’d had to relive over and over by way of nomadic wanderings. “But you are right. It has been about a year.”
Zuriel scoffed for a moment, before settling back in front of the hearth. With the table cleared off, and the chairs dusted, it was beginning to look slightly inhabited. The soldier maneuvered back to the counter, proceeding in the same steps. “I am not certain about the size.” He hadn’t heard otherwise. “We have griffins and daemons in Caido, however, these would have been quite large, and I have not heard of any daemons venturing out of King’s End.”
Zuriel scoffed for a moment, before settling back in front of the hearth. With the table cleared off, and the chairs dusted, it was beginning to look slightly inhabited. The soldier maneuvered back to the counter, proceeding in the same steps. “I am not certain about the size.” He hadn’t heard otherwise. “We have griffins and daemons in Caido, however, these would have been quite large, and I have not heard of any daemons venturing out of King’s End.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
