Over mountains and forests and seas
Ah, so the Sword was rather determined that it was temporary. Chulane said nothing in return to the correction, merely letting a strong sense of understanding emanate through the bond, a silent promise that he’d not stoke that flame intentionally going forward for his friend. Clearly there were unresolved things going on attached to the role, the title, and Deimos was keen to be released from the responsibility as soon as the season turned and allowed Morgan to return.
‘If I can do anything to help, just let me know.’ Sorry for being so absent, he silently added, a quiet hum of apology undertoning his words. He’d done the bare minimum to get by, and felt awful for being such an absent friend to the Sword.
But the focus on that did not last long, as keen senses turned to the crowd, to the laughter, to the tree? ‘Halo doesn’t usually grow many trees, in Deepfrost of all seasons…’ he mused idly, curiosity piquing. There was much for them to discuss, the return of his lover certainly a priority, and yet this fresh distraction proved to be quite a point of convergence. ‘Shall we go for a closer look?’ he asked, wings lifting slightly from his sides as he prepared to follow in the acting warden’s wake.
‘If I can do anything to help, just let me know.’ Sorry for being so absent, he silently added, a quiet hum of apology undertoning his words. He’d done the bare minimum to get by, and felt awful for being such an absent friend to the Sword.
But the focus on that did not last long, as keen senses turned to the crowd, to the laughter, to the tree? ‘Halo doesn’t usually grow many trees, in Deepfrost of all seasons…’ he mused idly, curiosity piquing. There was much for them to discuss, the return of his lover certainly a priority, and yet this fresh distraction proved to be quite a point of convergence. ‘Shall we go for a closer look?’ he asked, wings lifting slightly from his sides as he prepared to follow in the acting warden’s wake.
to go anywhere that I please
CHULANE
