[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us His eyes flicked over to the edge of some portions, where the Crag lingered below, in the outcrops of wild, icy sea; fallen away and holding mageglass for those who sought its power and dominion. From there, he took a slower approach towards plumes of high-rising and jagged rock, glancing into its depths and seeing naught out of place, the stray glow of a few moonshrooms contorted in shadow a vibrant taste of things still capable in the darkness. Sohalia’s response would’ve made his brows furrow, had he any on a thunderbird’s countenance to do so. Instead, he extended his wings out a little further, letting the wind ruffle the plumage. I had a harder time with it, truthfully. Did not want him to rush through childhood. To miss out on things that shaped and implored, on times fresh, fragile, but necessary, of growth and character and personality, all shifting into place the more one experienced. For the Sword, his youth had been one of the few fleeting, precious things before disaster struck; battlefields made juvenile innocence seem like lifetimes before when it had been only days prior. And for Erebos, he'd only wanted to be with them – venture further, dare farther. Sohalia’s statements seemed to hold true, and he nodded. I also heard from Ru, per their last discussion, between falling pieces of Stormbreak and a lost friend. All of your citizens were accounted for, in the end? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left