[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Ordinarily, the Sword’s patrols had him on foot; committed to walking amidst the boundary lines of the Citadel’s walls or hastening along with other soldiers, ensuring safety measures were productive, resolute, and enforced. They didn’t need another horrific incident like Rhiannon’s, nor any other unsatisfactory notions leaping into Halo’s sanction. For today though, with the weather looming and promising another bizarre set of events, he opted for the thunderbird approach. Half-hoping nothing else had been affected in the bizarre status of rain, the usual snow, or the strange screaming thunder patterns, he’d taken to snagging his massive form amidst the open Fangs, staring down into the jagged mountains and fallen crag. Their fallen springs was its own ghost now, swallowed up by snow and stone, and with Safrin’s fringes tucked well within the Citadel, perhaps it scarcely mattered. Moving onward, his sharp gaze bore witness to the collapses caves, the labyrinth of rock if strangers crossed too many lines and shoals. Then, gazing upward, he thought he saw someone else flying amidst the patterns of eerie, enigmatic sky; wings outstretched. Hello? was a customary extension; his Attuned skills honed enough to speak through either bonds or rarer creatures - mind already beginning to strive and determine on what was incoming, and what to do about it. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left