we'll just have to wave and sea

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us It’d been well past opportunities to explore past points of Halo’s summits and regions; he just simply hadn’t had the time amidst the Family plotting and devising to do much more than growl from their Citadel quarters or coil their efforts into Starfall. Now though, over ice and rime, he could slide past the treacherous eaves and waves, extend his plumage amidst the perilous rock and crag, to see how far the earth extended. There were ships out in the distance, wisely tending to the routes well beyond several icebergs, ensuring they weren’t going to crash into the outcrops. If they were careful, they might’ve been able to find more means by the Bay, but Deimos left that more to the sailor’s devices than his own – flying overhead, thunderbird intentions nothing but surveying the salt and sea air, the rush of glacial expanse bridging into frigid depths. The Crag jutted out there too – some level of irritation funneling through him – but he breathed and persisted onward, listening to Belial’s screeching as he maneuvered nearby, the peryton choosing acrobatic leaps in midair. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left