DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Bragging rights and dessert seemed to be a justifiable reward, though it still left the Sword with a snort and a small smile. With Talyson’s plant seemingly in place, Deimos rose from his crouch, already surveying where he’d seen the fruit trees, and beginning to manuever his way along the rows.
Not ignoring the inquiry though, he stuck to another faint, muffled laugh, piercing eyes landing on apples and oranges rather than anything else, before winding his way down a lane that seemed as if it might need a kick of citrus. “We used to try and get them from below, when they would land on the water.” Which had been tricky, asinine, and absurd; but better than simply racing after birds that could take off quickly and efficiently, leaving youths scrambling about in outcries along the sand. “Three. Though one of my cousins got five in a single day.” And they’d all eaten well.
Not ignoring the inquiry though, he stuck to another faint, muffled laugh, piercing eyes landing on apples and oranges rather than anything else, before winding his way down a lane that seemed as if it might need a kick of citrus. “We used to try and get them from below, when they would land on the water.” Which had been tricky, asinine, and absurd; but better than simply racing after birds that could take off quickly and efficiently, leaving youths scrambling about in outcries along the sand. “Three. Though one of my cousins got five in a single day.” And they’d all eaten well.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
