acquaintances

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Some years ago, there hadn’t been any options. With barriers up, Naturals and Outlanders alike were stuck within the Grounds, meandering and stewing about until actions ensured the blockade had been down, and the Voice freed. From thereafter, in between the traumatic events of LongNight, subsequent notions surrounding the Spire, and everything else leading up to the war, it couldn’t be said that individuals didn’t try. But eventually enough became enough, opportunities grew elsewhere, and the Hollowed section gave way to Ascended as their safety net – and even then, after campaigns, all that remained were those too stubborn and defiant to go elsewhere. Someone with enough pluck, guts, and determination might have been able to turn it around – but not without support from elsewhere.

And Deimos had lent out his assistance, and Noah had been instructed by Vi…but how far would it go?

Shaking his head dismally, he persisted in his perusal, before ceasing at her inquiry. Gazing up at his maps, effective for war, weaponry disposals, and the like, his thoughts meandered to where they still didn’t have the most infinite depictions. The newer locations, incited by Caido, made the most sense to him. “Likely the Frostfields, Svaturis Bay, Hollow Forest, and Greenwing. They have been explored, but I doubt many of us have had the time to put the details to paper.” He certainly hadn’t.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I