[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He managed a brief snort across the bond; sharing mental images of the before and after – the jagged heights of the Fangs, to the low, open terrain now, or the way the Sea of Glass had carved every wake, rather than the obsidian beach slanted and dragged along intermingling, icy thralls. It took time to acclimate to what had changed, but I think we all appreciate the Greenwing, at the very least. The hollowed out portions of the forest on the opposing end, with its man-sized spiders, was less of an indulgence; but they managed, regardless. No one can say Halo is just snow any longer. To which he granted a small smile, then lowered amidst the embankments of clouds and sky, self-assured along the horizon, dipping to trace and trail after lingering figments on the opposing sides. Leaving the map suggestion out there for her to take or snag as she wanted, the wind ruffled at his feathers, left the edges and plumage to embrace the chillier aspects, unbothered, eternally at home with the plunge of cold. Just be careful if you do. We still have our host of animals. That held no discretions towards snagging at someone, no matter their good intentions (save for ningos, perhaps). the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left