[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Her response didn't bother him - prone to those notions himself. No, he answered honestly, a shrug brimming through his hovering depths and wide plumage. How many times had they all wandered, perilously or not, due to the circumstances surrounding them? Sometimes to think. Sometimes to seethe. Sometimes he would go out into the void to simply unfurl away from the masses; unleash a quantity of violence and vehemence, a way to not stay cooped up and frustrated. I think you are allowed to figure things out. Sometimes those journeys are crucial. He maneuvered slowly, a light downward spiral of movement and motion, taking to the skies on patrol and leisure simultaneously. Wholly unaware and ignorant of the relationship history between Sohalia and Koa, though on the latter he wouldn’t be remotely surprised, he simply nodded, meant to say something else, when the sky lamented. Like the dying ebb and flow from earlier shrieks and screams he’d heard in the Greatwood, this was like one last guttural nuance before giving up and giving in. The mourning keen drowned his senses and caused him to still. If he’d had more than a beak to clench, he would’ve; instead he felt the pervading nuances oppressively and overwhelmingly tied across his ribcage; knots he’d known, nooses he’d once made for himself. Only when it was gone did he sigh, bothered, perturbed. I will be glad when all of those stop. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left