DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“No need,” the Sword extended – apologies unnecessary where treats and companions were concerned; he willingly spoiled them all. With Boreal appeased though, his attention slunk back to the greenhouse itself, gaze fixating on the box – and the cactus contained within. “Will it survive here?” A purposefully humid climate, made to ensure Halo had their own provisions, incapable of farming any sort of crops with the constant snowfall and tundra-laden expanse. From what he knew about cacti, which was little, they preferred the dry, overwhelming heat of the desert.
He wrinkled his nose at its sad state, before glancing at his own wares. “Thought I would get some variety.” The Sword pointed to each in turn, as Evie had declared them, because they all knew he wouldn’t be able to recall them just by sight alone. “Pepper. Orange. Lemon.” Some amount of flavor to broaden horizons and potentially permit more trade.
He wrinkled his nose at its sad state, before glancing at his own wares. “Thought I would get some variety.” The Sword pointed to each in turn, as Evie had declared them, because they all knew he wouldn’t be able to recall them just by sight alone. “Pepper. Orange. Lemon.” Some amount of flavor to broaden horizons and potentially permit more trade.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
