DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Having taken home some of the books to repair, since pages had been disassembled, torn, or ripped, the Sword snagged a few minutes of free moments to place them in the guild’s library once more. He considered the journals and tomes valuable, cherished, and worth their weight in information alone – so ensuring they were back where they belonged had been paramount.
Returned to the shelves, he crossed over the threshold, and heard another enter – though the footsteps didn’t go far. Arching his brow and looking down across the railing from the library to the center of the main hall, he recognized the man, but only briefly, barely, as one who often took contracts but had never made a formal declaration towards the guild.
Long strides swept down the steps, and since the Accepted was close to the fireplace, and nearby exit, Warden could issue a greeting and then head out, likely for the barracks or anything else that came to his attention. Nodding as he walked by, the deep rumble of his voice exuded and echoed off the hall. “Afternoon.”
Returned to the shelves, he crossed over the threshold, and heard another enter – though the footsteps didn’t go far. Arching his brow and looking down across the railing from the library to the center of the main hall, he recognized the man, but only briefly, barely, as one who often took contracts but had never made a formal declaration towards the guild.
Long strides swept down the steps, and since the Accepted was close to the fireplace, and nearby exit, Warden could issue a greeting and then head out, likely for the barracks or anything else that came to his attention. Nodding as he walked by, the deep rumble of his voice exuded and echoed off the hall. “Afternoon.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
