DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Seems to work in your favor. How do you feel about it?” Whether or not Deimos thought it hastened well wouldn’t matter in the long run – he wasn’t the one wielding it. If it coincided with Darkeye’s preferred movements and armament choices, then it should’ve been suitable and fine.
One rumble between soul bonds and the unicorn’s eyes opened – her noble crown turning towards them. There was a brief snort and a few imparted notions that went to Deimos only (he didn’t roll his eyes, but certainly thought about it), before she came over to the smaller man. Bending her head, with her horn jutting towards the man (giving no indications of danger), it glowed for an instant, and he’d be able to feel the mending, healing, assuaging effects of the equine’s own magic.
One rumble between soul bonds and the unicorn’s eyes opened – her noble crown turning towards them. There was a brief snort and a few imparted notions that went to Deimos only (he didn’t roll his eyes, but certainly thought about it), before she came over to the smaller man. Bending her head, with her horn jutting towards the man (giving no indications of danger), it glowed for an instant, and he’d be able to feel the mending, healing, assuaging effects of the equine’s own magic.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
