[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos “It is possible with many animals here,” and he quirked a brow, watching Belial begin to unfurl his wings again, the youthful, gangly-legged energy getting the best of him. Perhaps Darkeye would experience that for himself one day anyway. As far as favors and debts being repaid, the Sword snorted, but understood the transactional pieces well. It was how he operated a majority of the time, if not giving a little too readily, if Ru’s advice was anything to go by. “Sure,” he acknowledged, permitting the sentiments to carry through. The other proportions could be found readily available anytime within Torchline, and while Deimos had no intentions to drink (not since bludgeoning with fire and very poor judgement), he could at least lead the way for the newcomer. “We can find something,” with surefire certainty, as they began to blend their way into the crowd. {FIN} Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime