DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Deepfrost and LongNight were relatively fine. We had some snow dinosaurs.” He shrugged his shoulders, for while they’d been partially amusing and often destructive, there could’ve been worse things for the Citadel. “Glad to hear yours was much the same.” Then his attention went to the newfound armament Darkeye had managed to procure, not surprised at the cleric’s lack of listlessness.
Settling down in his favored armchair by the fire, the General took the weapon in his hands with a quiet reverence of newfound blades and serrated edges, piercing gaze and calloused palms studying and scrutinizing. Heavier perhaps, weighted down with elements used to combine the forged implement, he took care to study the adornments too – some he’d know from animals and distinctions, but the runes remained foreign to him. Eventually, his head went back up, stare pinpointed for the Grounder instead. “Very nice. Did you make it?”
Settling down in his favored armchair by the fire, the General took the weapon in his hands with a quiet reverence of newfound blades and serrated edges, piercing gaze and calloused palms studying and scrutinizing. Heavier perhaps, weighted down with elements used to combine the forged implement, he took care to study the adornments too – some he’d know from animals and distinctions, but the runes remained foreign to him. Eventually, his head went back up, stare pinpointed for the Grounder instead. “Very nice. Did you make it?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
