DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
A mess indeed; though cleaned up quickly and efficiently, everything rightfully put back into cabinets, his mind considering what to do with the remaining chocolate chips (for future snacks). While Darkeye packaged, the Sword opted to wrap several others into little bags, pondering over presentation and wondering if it was worth it. Probably not.
Absentmindedly ensuring the hearth was secure, the fire roaring once more and the companions content, he stepped aside, opening the door to the cold again. Permitting Darkeye to pass through, if he so wanted, he laid out a few of the packages and bags on his doorstep, nestled in amongst the stairs, away and out of the wind. “Where will you put yours?” Uncertain, really, where Darkeye had opted to find a living space and quarters. Still in the Hollowed Grounds, despite all the entanglements?
Absentmindedly ensuring the hearth was secure, the fire roaring once more and the companions content, he stepped aside, opening the door to the cold again. Permitting Darkeye to pass through, if he so wanted, he laid out a few of the packages and bags on his doorstep, nestled in amongst the stairs, away and out of the wind. “Where will you put yours?” Uncertain, really, where Darkeye had opted to find a living space and quarters. Still in the Hollowed Grounds, despite all the entanglements?
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
