[se] lone fragments

Deimos Belial inched closer, and the Sword sighed, rising from the rocks, and maneuvering along the pool, intending to grab hold of the young peryton before he managed to find himself submerged and drowning in the water. By all these accounts, he was justifiably distracted; eyes only on his winged companion, and not on what lurked in the bushes. But Zuriel certainly wasn’t. Used to the antics of the other, the mare took no issue in raising her head and glaring over towards them. At some point they’d be finished with their mischief or ridiculousness, and they’d move on. So she snorted, tossed her head, continued picking away at some shrubbery, until she heard something in the brush. Narrowing her eyes in speculation, the intelligent creature maneuvered forward. She wasn’t Deimos, who might’ve proceeded with incantations. She wasn’t Belial, who would’ve run and leapt at whatever being had immersed itself within. No, she was the stalwart, haughty unicorn, and nothing was going to be grazing near her chosen patch. The equine took a few more steps, widening her nares, until she came to the occupant. A goat. With a blackberry stained beard. Hardly a threat, but Zuriel didn’t often get to make her stand as Deimos eternally did – so she snorted once more, intending to snag at the small animal’s attention. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime