[Training] After a long winter

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

“They were made of memory snow. So perhaps next Deepfrost.” Or if Darkeye managed to find his way into some – figuring there was an amount left amongst the Tundra somewhere. “Only a bite or two – and the guildhouse was adequately repaired.” Most of the citizens seemed to learn to ignore the smaller ones and watch out for the larger, more imposing figures – Halovians known for their survival, their ability to overcome.

Rolling his shoulders, the beast snorted at the statement, but said nothing otherwise. The Sword, despite multitudes of experience and years upon battlefields, always strived to snag more wisdom and sagacity, whether it was through weaponry, movements, or any scholarly designation. Deimos couldn’t be considered complacent.

He stretched his arms and legs as well, eyes flickering over to the soldiers beginning to pick themselves up or milling about the braziers; realizing, perhaps, they’d soon be given a show as well. A lecture yearned to slide from behind his teeth, but instead, he figured concentration would be an asset, and perhaps they’d learn something from watching as well. Taking his spear, assuming a stance, the monolith nodded towards Darkeye. “When you are ready.”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I