I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Listening all the while, his stature and height saved a modicum of work on portions of the front, until he required more assistance. From there, puffs and billows of his Mastered Air were conjured, peeling away the layers with strokes of wind and heightened breeze, until the threads began to fall, continuing to curl and contort in their designated piles.
Considering Halo was nearly the polar opposite of Torchline, the statement wasn’t a surprise. They had oceans and beaches, to be certain, and different layers and folds of mountains, but there were certain elements that could never waver or change. “Depends on your preference for things,” and his eyes narrowed, before invoking another round of enchantments overhead. “The Sea of Glass is beautiful,” especially this time of year, being capable of going along without freezing instantly. “I am partial to the Greenwing,” for being exactly as it stated; plentiful and wild. “Just be careful about some of our wildlife. Ursurs, frost giants, and the white dragons tend to be an issue.”
Considering Halo was nearly the polar opposite of Torchline, the statement wasn’t a surprise. They had oceans and beaches, to be certain, and different layers and folds of mountains, but there were certain elements that could never waver or change. “Depends on your preference for things,” and his eyes narrowed, before invoking another round of enchantments overhead. “The Sea of Glass is beautiful,” especially this time of year, being capable of going along without freezing instantly. “I am partial to the Greenwing,” for being exactly as it stated; plentiful and wild. “Just be careful about some of our wildlife. Ursurs, frost giants, and the white dragons tend to be an issue.”
DEIMOS
