DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The Sword paused for a moment, head tilted, predator senses lined with sudden accord; thinking he’d heard a very brief fluttering of wings, and then nothing at all. Eyes narrowed speculatively for a moment longer, but when he heard nothing else, he let the thoughts rest - finding another empty spot amongst the other saplings. Repeating the familiar pattern by now, Mastered Earth incantations peeled back enough layers of soil to be suitable for an incoming seedling, before placing the orange sprout within.
Before meandering into further enchantments, he laughed at the inquiry. “You wait and tread water for a while, until you see them get comfortable and land.” While the gulls weren’t as paralyzingly numb as ningos, they still had self-preservation. “Then you dive underneath a distance away, and grab them as you are coming back up.” As for holding his breath, the General shrugged his shoulders. “Depends on the tide, and your swimming ability. Could be around a minute or more.”
Before meandering into further enchantments, he laughed at the inquiry. “You wait and tread water for a while, until you see them get comfortable and land.” While the gulls weren’t as paralyzingly numb as ningos, they still had self-preservation. “Then you dive underneath a distance away, and grab them as you are coming back up.” As for holding his breath, the General shrugged his shoulders. “Depends on the tide, and your swimming ability. Could be around a minute or more.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
