[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos Where Deimos had believed a potential threat was brewing seemed to subside almost immediately – watching as the older gentleman’s features turned into widened smiles and tear-streaked features. At a loss for words for a moment, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, he took the instant in warmer regards, dropping the reticent guard and stoicism for a small grin. “It is fine.” No harm had been done, even if the approach had been bizarre. “You will find many in King’s End, if you wait long enough,” as he patted at Zuriel’s neck, and the mare seemed to ease into relief, ears maintaining a maneuvering status, rather than stuck to her skull. “I found the peryton in Halo.” If the stranger wanted to venture there. He pointed to the equine first. “This is Zuriel,” and then the carnivorous deer, who chose to screech loudly in proclaim. “And Belial.” But the way the words were cast gave him pause, and the Sword realized this was a fellow Outlander – just years later. A long breath collected into his lungs, and he suddenly understood the way the world churned and burned with so much to do and understand, amidst the weight of ignorance almost nearly blinding at first glance. So he took in the speech and the differentials, the altered cultures, the impacts of another time and place, and paid them homage where he could. “I am Deimos. Where are you from? I have not heard of Kor.” As for training – he inclined his head back towards his target. “We are considering building a grounds for training in my guild, but for now, I have been making some targets. You can join me, if you would like.” He tried not to snort, watching as this Darkeye considered the animals rather than himself – not put off or offended. “Do you have a weapons preference?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime