In between modest explorations within Stormbreak, returning home to Halo to venture towards other duties and responsibilities, he made time for Kiada. Making good on his promises and convictions, he’d sent another note her way when the opportunity struck, and flew over the outer portions of the Grounds; so often like ghosts themselves.
Not that they hadn’t been without wraiths and phantoms their whole lives, but the notions seemed to be spiraling into more tangible threads with this alteration in seasons. More than once he thought he’d seen things out of the corners of his eyes, reminded of days before Caido, or other lives lost in the midst. It was never quite enough to gain traction on, but just plenty to know they were there.
His gaze narrowed as he landed, shifting back into human form from the eagle abyss, and drawing alongside Kiada’s familiar figure against the outline of broken isles – the woodland the same, if a bit murkier and more dreadful. “You have them here too, hm?” he made by way of greeting, jawline jutting towards a silvery substance floating over the rise of water, before vanishing altogether, and he could give credence and attention to her instead of specters on the wind. “How are you?”
Not that they hadn’t been without wraiths and phantoms their whole lives, but the notions seemed to be spiraling into more tangible threads with this alteration in seasons. More than once he thought he’d seen things out of the corners of his eyes, reminded of days before Caido, or other lives lost in the midst. It was never quite enough to gain traction on, but just plenty to know they were there.
His gaze narrowed as he landed, shifting back into human form from the eagle abyss, and drawing alongside Kiada’s familiar figure against the outline of broken isles – the woodland the same, if a bit murkier and more dreadful. “You have them here too, hm?” he made by way of greeting, jawline jutting towards a silvery substance floating over the rise of water, before vanishing altogether, and he could give credence and attention to her instead of specters on the wind. “How are you?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
