[SE] all is not frost

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Elements persisted amidst construction and renewal, and with a huff of a breath, he finished the remaining portions left along the middle. It’d be something they’d likely have to go over time and time again, due to Halo’s very nature, but he’d take that – just another addition to the eternal list. Coming down and touching the ground once more, his wings folded back – gone within an instant, as he proceeded into the Palace, following after the procedures. Damien had done more than enough in the interim, and the Sword had already snagged at the snow that had lain inward, cast from all those open fortitudes; now shut off from the plight of the Palace. “Good. Not bad at all,” he nodded in agreement and accord for the maelstrom of efforts put forth. “Thank you for all the help.” Tossing another treat to Aria, hoping he could win over any hurt or maimed feelings, he gave another small smile. “Let me know if you need anything. I must head over to the barracks.” Gathering up his own companions, he granted a solid wave, glancing over the surroundings once again, mentally crossing it off in his mind, before making his way back down the street. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace