It probably said something about the Sword in that he didn’t find the wraiths irritating – and something like figments of the past. A blur of motions and yesterdays, parallel times and places, where others suffered or reclaimed, rejoiced or sunk, found a balance until something else gave in. If he were to see any recognizable from his multiple lives, he doubted the reaction would be annoyance; perhaps shame, humiliation, and the damned ache that eternally coiled through his ribs at not being able to save or salvage them all.
Which was why he did nothing but stare across the vast expanse, watching as another few airy wisps curled against the skyline. “Have they been doing something?” He answered instead, predator notions following the billowy figments as they drifted across grass, their hands reaching as if to pluck at the filaments, before dissipating again. Maybe Kiada had come across some of those who were more belligerent than seemingly or simply naught.
Then her arms were around his side, and he could loosen the threshold on specters to embrace her into his hip and torso. “I am all right,” glancing down to give her his own easygoing smile. “What have you been up to today?”
Which was why he did nothing but stare across the vast expanse, watching as another few airy wisps curled against the skyline. “Have they been doing something?” He answered instead, predator notions following the billowy figments as they drifted across grass, their hands reaching as if to pluck at the filaments, before dissipating again. Maybe Kiada had come across some of those who were more belligerent than seemingly or simply naught.
Then her arms were around his side, and he could loosen the threshold on specters to embrace her into his hip and torso. “I am all right,” glancing down to give her his own easygoing smile. “What have you been up to today?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
