Moments and days after Starfall were blurs of mending properties; rest, reflection, repose from the crashing parallels of both success and failure. It had been difficult to recall the past motions of when they’d been incapable of rendering a monster completely vanquished – but perhaps a life lesson instilled back into his bones. They’d have time to conjure possibilities and pragmatics through it all, once they’d taken care of regional concerns.
Ordinarily, he might ignore his own necessities, but the last few months and seasons had embedded the age-old rule of taking care of himself a little more. So while recuperation of the mind wasn’t quite there yet, his body had been taken care of – and the few additional scars were nothing in comparison to the whole lot. So he took his hours in the sky, surveying his land, Thunderbird wings outstretched and looming, a sentinel returned to his favored outset. An instant to breathe.
The liberation wasn’t entirely whole, but he’d take what he could get. Belial floated alongside, hooting and hollering, while Zuriel followed below in his slow maneuvers; no speed, no swiftness, no need when he was searching and prying. The unicorn hadn’t left him alone since he’d returned anyway – he couldn’t tell if she was angry with him or simply rattled just as he was – internally.
Spotting Iskra down below, he and the peryton began a leisurely, non-threatening descent, where Zuriel might have been the cause for their concern and alertness; though the unicorn would likely argue that she’d made no sound, snorting as he landed and shifted from massive bird to Sword and Warden. "Iskra," he gave in a casual nod and rumble, as if this had been a normal, every day happenstance.
Ordinarily, he might ignore his own necessities, but the last few months and seasons had embedded the age-old rule of taking care of himself a little more. So while recuperation of the mind wasn’t quite there yet, his body had been taken care of – and the few additional scars were nothing in comparison to the whole lot. So he took his hours in the sky, surveying his land, Thunderbird wings outstretched and looming, a sentinel returned to his favored outset. An instant to breathe.
The liberation wasn’t entirely whole, but he’d take what he could get. Belial floated alongside, hooting and hollering, while Zuriel followed below in his slow maneuvers; no speed, no swiftness, no need when he was searching and prying. The unicorn hadn’t left him alone since he’d returned anyway – he couldn’t tell if she was angry with him or simply rattled just as he was – internally.
Spotting Iskra down below, he and the peryton began a leisurely, non-threatening descent, where Zuriel might have been the cause for their concern and alertness; though the unicorn would likely argue that she’d made no sound, snorting as he landed and shifted from massive bird to Sword and Warden. "Iskra," he gave in a casual nod and rumble, as if this had been a normal, every day happenstance.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
