DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Nosey, inquiring, and curious to a fault, with Sohalia’s silent permission, he began to gaze and meander through the maps. Fingers brushed over Greatwood trees and dormant eaves, Oerwoud designations and animals, King’s End, the Climb…and ultimately ending in Stormbreak. His brows furrowed, pressing together, uncertain about his impressions about the land stretched and scrawled out before him. From all the stories, the world that banned Abandoned hadn’t seemed so stark or grey – but there it was, laid out, stone after stone, with sprawling gardens and grottos, cliffs and long-lost seas. “I have never seen it before,” he mentioned, after taking too long on its ramparts.
But then he gave half a smile, as if trying to erase some level of discomfort, before extending his praise. “These are well done. You are talented.”
But then he gave half a smile, as if trying to erase some level of discomfort, before extending his praise. “These are well done. You are talented.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
