Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

He felt to hold up his promises, his ends to the bargins, there had to be a certain standard set. Perfection as one willed, though even Dirge knew there were far too little things that were perfect. The illusion of such would always be there, but when it came down to it they were far from perfect creatures. Yet there was always that opportunity to make the attempt.

He nodded for her to begin, coaxing himself into relaxing. It was hard to let his guard down all the way, and it was fair to say that wouldn't dwindle in its entirety. These were still strange lands and even with their banter, he did not know what to expect, but it was a start.