DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Today’s training thresholds implemented target practice with everyone’s favored weapons – enough to galvanize the warriors into showing off their strengths, and perhaps some unassumed weaknesses. But the Sword had always maintained an openness with the public, permitting visitors to come in and out for variety of purposes – conversations with him on circumstances, striving to try a new armament, or merely practice in another climate and region. Maybe he should’ve been irritated with his own predictability and routine, but it was customary at this hour to find him amidst his people, barking orders or laughing.
Towering above the vast majority, he stood along the sidelines, narrowed eyes watching as one by one they took their places and shots. More than once he corrected a few stances, offered compliments and tutoring, and became wholly absorbed in the task – until there was an alteration in several behind the line. His gaze whipped quickly to where there was curiosity and intrigue…to find Sohalia.
Blinking rapidly, uncertain if she was a mirage or he was fatigued, he came to find that the chipper voice echoing across the grounds did belong to her – and that she was still alive. Last encounters and interactions had him believing she might not have made it into the next season, but the daggers, staff, and stance indicated she’d persisted.
Stepping away from the wall, he greeted her in his residual rumbles and tones. “Sohalia,” and with an arched brow and the most minute of pauses, continued in his inherent curiosity. “What brings you here?”
Towering above the vast majority, he stood along the sidelines, narrowed eyes watching as one by one they took their places and shots. More than once he corrected a few stances, offered compliments and tutoring, and became wholly absorbed in the task – until there was an alteration in several behind the line. His gaze whipped quickly to where there was curiosity and intrigue…to find Sohalia.
Blinking rapidly, uncertain if she was a mirage or he was fatigued, he came to find that the chipper voice echoing across the grounds did belong to her – and that she was still alive. Last encounters and interactions had him believing she might not have made it into the next season, but the daggers, staff, and stance indicated she’d persisted.
Stepping away from the wall, he greeted her in his residual rumbles and tones. “Sohalia,” and with an arched brow and the most minute of pauses, continued in his inherent curiosity. “What brings you here?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
