[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Her admittance did surprise him, but perhaps he’d built up presumptions of Sohalia’s various journeys. She’d needed to discuss plenty with various gods in order to get what she’d wanted from Stormbreak’s means to an end, and her own Attunement. He granted a quiet ‘huh’ that might’ve flickered through the bond, adjusting his height momentarily to gain a little more altitude on a passing, cold wind. I did not realize. I thought you had gained some upper hand with one, at least, he winked, snorting again. The inquiry thereafter was easy enough for him to answer though. She was the only one who had answered me. Coming from lines of Abandoned proportions, and holding no shame in that regard, had ensured his initial attempts at calling to the heralds and gods had withered to silence, or a mocking from the spirits. Only when he’d craved to have something for himself, an opening, a fledgling attempt on his soul, had Safrin been there. From there, she and I have helped each other on several occasions. She has had my loyalty ever since. Without chains and locks and keys. Has there been one you preferred over the others? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left