[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us His eyes glanced down towards the Fangs themselves; the wide open abyss and the stony, grave of the former springs still there, before maneuvering onward, catching another long line of labyrinthine proportions awakened to the sky. Her surprise made him laugh though; for not that much time had passed. Ordinarily he would still be a toddler. He aged himself up at a shrine. As seemed to be the typical way of it; though Deimos was still always a little wary of the notions, of a youth wanting to be more and rushing through the process. But these were things he’d worked for, strived for, over many years of heartache, loss, grief, and sorrow – and wouldn’t trade them for anything. Nodding with thunderbird movements and motions at the Torchline aspects, a predictable outcome, he curved and banked along to the right. Probably a good time to do that anyway. Not tied down to anything. Beholden to no one but herself. It’d probably been a long while since the Luminary had been able to do just that. Halo has a new hot springs, if that suits your ambitions. And Safrin has upgraded our warmth barrier. While the wintry terrain wasn't always the most ideal vacation spot, it certainly allowed for traversing and exploring, so long as they did so safely. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left