I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Trying to pin down on the other trepidations screeching their way around his bones, he nodded, accepting the apologies, even if the peryton looked despondent and wilted under his elbow. Still, the expectations of her being out here, after everything had passed, made his head tilt, bending down slightly to release the carnivorous deer back upon the ground, as he obediently sauntered behind Zuriel’s bulk.
“Constantly busy,” he snorted. “It has been a very incidental season.” Figuring the Seer had heard about the springs one way or another, he didn’t describe it again, glancing towards the Fangs in the distance, before his focus drifted back to her. “I did not expect to see you in Halo so soon.” Or ever, if he was being fair – the traumatic volleys could run deep, and he’d been known to engage in avoidance with whole regions too, for a variety of haunting maladies and reasons.
“Constantly busy,” he snorted. “It has been a very incidental season.” Figuring the Seer had heard about the springs one way or another, he didn’t describe it again, glancing towards the Fangs in the distance, before his focus drifted back to her. “I did not expect to see you in Halo so soon.” Or ever, if he was being fair – the traumatic volleys could run deep, and he’d been known to engage in avoidance with whole regions too, for a variety of haunting maladies and reasons.
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