[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos Deimos tilted his head, not offended by the statement, but rather preferring to clear the air amongst misconceptions. “I did not tame her. She made the choice to bond to me.” And that was far more powerful – from being to being – than any attempt that Darkeye seemed to be insinuating. Neither of his companions had been broken or forced to submit; Belial had stared him down in such a snicker that he’d known exactly what he was doing, and the unicorn had stayed at his side. As for the other arguments over who had to get the food, he snorted, a round of laughter threatening to billow through his lung. “You volunteered,” to be pincushion and target; considering he could’ve just continued beating up the inanimate one. “But I have some things to trade,” acknowledging that in the end, he’d end up being the one bartering along. Hiking his bag of holding further up his shoulder, they neared the market, with Belial threatening to scurry in between the crowds of people at the opening of the bazaar. “Do you want anything in particular?” The sights and smells could be overwhelming – so he waited a moment for the newcomer to determine their next course of movement. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime