[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Considering Deimos had admitted not being able to see the gods for a long while, the Luminary shouldn’t have felt silly for no relationship at all; maybe she hadn’t felt connected. Maybe she hadn’t felt the pull or tug. Plenty of others likely felt the same. Initially, the Sword had only been filled with resentment and bitterness. Nor was he bothered, besides a mild tease that he’d thought she’d been able to handle without offense, that she hadn’t snagged or pinpointed on those sentiments – she’d had enough going on. Fair enough he responded in kind, granting her a short nod and descending a little lower, tucking talons in over ripped apart mountaintops. Then give it time, he advised. And opportunity. She wouldn’t know until she tried – but given enough patience and fortitude, and perhaps a direction of thereafter and where she’d be wandering to now, that might give her more thoughts, more patience, for herself and any herald affiliations. Depends on your preferences too. Do you enjoy chaos? He grinned inwardly, enough to encompass the bond, pondering if she’d be able to simply cross out Dygra and Ludo lines with the simple inquiry. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left