[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos The sound of the other man’s voice caused the unicorn’s head to whip up quickly – nostrils flaring at the unfamiliarity. That was enough for the bond to coil and revolve, for Belial’s own attention to snag away from the scales of fish, and for the Sword to cease the motion of his blade – drawing it back downward as he turned, shifted, and studied the situation. While the stranger didn’t seem to be threatening, Zuriel’s stance, now with ears pinned, meant anything could alter and happen with a moment’s notice, and so he walked along the shoreline, meeting up with the mare and his hand coming along to her withers. Belial had long since ditched the pool and came hovering alongside, inquiring. Though none were malicious in their movements and motions (save for maybe the mare), Deimos’ brow had furrowed to a certain point – inspecting and scrutinizing, unfamiliar with the man standing there, head tilting in an angle suggesting curiosity amidst the bizarreness of the situation. “Can I help you?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime