[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Deimos always found it easier to deflect, to sink into someone else’s trials and tribulations, then to have anyone press in on his own. But, for all the things he’d offered and proffered and extended out to the world, sometimes very few seemed to take the messages. Maybe it was all time and place, or they’d rather experience the mistakes themselves – for no matter how much he might bestow, they had to be willing to listen in the first place. He granted a low snort through the bond, nodding as she set her sentiments to rights. The inquiry gave him pause though; it’d been a similar theory he’d been striving to develop when discussing things with Marcus, but it was just as unknown as the present strain in the weather. I wondered if there was something going on with the seasonal gods. Tanau seemed apologetic, at least. And this interim was focused on the Mathair – he could imagine Eirachi was bound to join in once Deepfrost hit them. I will take screaming rain over the Family, which he figured Sohalia would be inclined to agree, given everything she’d gone through with them, no matter how unnerving the shrieks had been. As long as it is not so devastating. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left