Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-36159587-20191129064329

(GGaD!Time's a mood too lol)

Typically, one would expect that Galaxian would have turned around and started the way he came, but nope, he started in the direction he'd been headed before he'd taken the roundabout to the rock. There wasn't really anything there--just farther into the plains that had marked the first training session over a year ago. It seemed like so long ago, didn't it? Oh, and he was heading towards the direction where he'd first appeared, and met Time, and Kenshin, and Rune...all the deities who had somehow been there to see the appearance of a new deity who had never appeared, in anyone's recollections, in Forengard before.

And maybe it's concerning that, in that year and everything traumatizing that had happened to the small deity, Ishmael's attempt to heal was the first time someone ever tried to do so for him.

Galaxian stopped at the edge of where he was standing, as if contemplating something. He actually wasn't doing all that bad with walking, though all the times he'd practiced running through the woods at top human speed with his eyes closed might have helped a bit, and the fact that the terrain had little obstacles to offer other than rocks and bumps didn't hurt.

Oh, having spoken of healing, someone was coming through air and nearing fast. He appeared to be an angel with blond hair and glowy eyes, because everyone likes glowy eyes, right...? No? Anyways, he just landed just a ways away on the plain, looking tentatively at the group. He shuffled forwards slightly, then stopped, as if unsure what to do. Or maybe he hadn't expected a cluster of immortals.

And Galaxian still wasn't reacting any. The direction he was looking was likely coincidentally in the general area where the angel-like being had landed.