[SE] Bone dry

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He hadn’t forgotten about the well, or the peryton seeking out the starlit phenomenon, but the dragon had been distracting. Much more so because he had to remain so discreetly in control, in check, of his powers without accidentally demolishing the beast – but it was beginning to fracture and fray at the boundaries he was exhibiting. By way of a vehement snort, and the crackle of lightning surfacing, exuding, along the reaches of feathers, he presumed that’d be enough for the much smaller companion to back off. Nodding towards Tal, emphasizing he’d understood, he hastened after Belial, who began chirping off to the left. He drifted for a moment, sharper eyes taking in the sand, the dunes, the pools, before noting the speckles of cosmos, the telltale markings of Safrin’s powers. Thereafter, he descended, a wide arch of movement and motion, to indicate the location in time for the courier to see, witness, and notice. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left