DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Nodding at her gratitude, he flipped through a few more of the maps, intrigued by various other outlines, including the alterations within the Greatwood since the last time he’d traversed there, then meandering along Torchline’s pages. His brows furrowed, pinpointing upon another island along the outskirts that he didn’t recognize. “Have you been to the Metacarpal Island?” His head tilted vaguely, having never heard of it. Perhaps he had been remiss in exploring lately.
His attention went back to her at the cheery disposition and comments, not missing her intrigue. Granting another small smile, his vocals persisted once more. “We have worked hard. There is also a greenhouse nearby.” He didn’t bother mentioning the solar beam weapon – figuring that wasn’t necessary, and she might find such guarding fixtures overwhelming – but protection meant a great deal more to him than many other notions. Deimos would’ve asked if Stormbreak had made any alterations, but without a leader, already knew the answer for himself. “Where do you intend to travel next?”
His attention went back to her at the cheery disposition and comments, not missing her intrigue. Granting another small smile, his vocals persisted once more. “We have worked hard. There is also a greenhouse nearby.” He didn’t bother mentioning the solar beam weapon – figuring that wasn’t necessary, and she might find such guarding fixtures overwhelming – but protection meant a great deal more to him than many other notions. Deimos would’ve asked if Stormbreak had made any alterations, but without a leader, already knew the answer for himself. “Where do you intend to travel next?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
