DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Oh, Deimos didn’t believe the Voice had been right. Lucky, perhaps. A mark of coincidence. But he was too suspicious, and had been embroiled in too many hardships caused by the New God, to warrant anything more than a snort about the statement. “Dinosaurs are very interesting… lizards. Some can fly. Some eat meat. Some run through the guildhouse for amusement.” He shrugged once more, the incident come and gone, the windows and proportions repaired by the damage wrought.
The other notions Darkeye set aside were intriguing; having gone to Frey, with conditions hastened in between the metallic ends. “Sure. We can train. I have been working more with spears as well." With that, he rose from the chair, passing the weapon back over to the cleric, before placing his furs along his desk – intending to get them at a later proportion. He wouldn’t be requiring their warmth once they were settled back into movements.
From there, after waiting on Darkeye, he nodded in the inclination of journeying back into the grounds themselves, threading his way through the hall and back out to where the soldiers had continued sparring – though one was flat on the ground. More shouting, more congratulations ensued, and the General shook his head, persisting to where the armaments were stored, and snagging a spear for himself.
The other notions Darkeye set aside were intriguing; having gone to Frey, with conditions hastened in between the metallic ends. “Sure. We can train. I have been working more with spears as well." With that, he rose from the chair, passing the weapon back over to the cleric, before placing his furs along his desk – intending to get them at a later proportion. He wouldn’t be requiring their warmth once they were settled back into movements.
From there, after waiting on Darkeye, he nodded in the inclination of journeying back into the grounds themselves, threading his way through the hall and back out to where the soldiers had continued sparring – though one was flat on the ground. More shouting, more congratulations ensued, and the General shook his head, persisting to where the armaments were stored, and snagging a spear for himself.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
