who we are and all that we're trying to be
Eyes raised and stare out across the abyss, he remained crouched, quiet, contemplative. He didn’t know his next moves. Presumed it’d be to venture out along the void, out of woods and out of mountains and out of anything resembling shelter or sanctuary; try to instill his own somewhere else. Maybe that was where the heartbreak had woven itself in knots and tethers; because everything collided into something ancient, understood, ages and lives before, and now it had reared its head all over again. Nothing and nowhere.
Too absorbed, he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, and if either of his companions had given a signal, a warning sign, it’d gone away from the notions and straight into the water’s rapids. Only his name barring any recognizable inflection brought him out of the reverie, shoulders squaring automatically, a strong, swift, shift in his turn, and he rose back up to his full height. “Juniper,” he nodded, respectful, recognizing the Fae from a year ago – bars and snow, talks of trials that had never come to fruition.
Only then did the question circulate back in his mind. “No,” he answered truthfully; since she’d asked and he obviously wasn’t. “Halo was invaded. It is a long story.” Then, wondering, pondering, if he was even welcome here either, he aimed to motion towards his bag, the unicorn, and peryton alike (Belial gave a trill of some eager greeting to the Fae regardless). “I can leave, if I am disturbing this place.”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
