If f l e s h and b l o o d is what you’re after
The corner of Noah’s mouth twitch slightly, the only indication of his inwards thoughts. In this moment, he was thankful that Maeve did not share the bond with him. He wanted to laugh at the audacity within Edmund to believe he could protect better than a god’s herald—but, he was a child. When Noah was his age, he believed he could single-handedly feed the whole of Halo, and relentlessly worked in an attempt to do so.
”I hope he can find what he is looking for, in her.” Dygra, he meant. Because if one god had failed the boy in such a way, what was another to do? Dygra herself had been stagnant and dormant for hundreds of years, along with a population of her race. How was that better protection that the activity Safrin had been doing, even trapped within the barrier?
Noah’s mind whirled with all of the thoughts, but he pushed them back down in favor of not riling himself up.
”Sah is worried.” Noah said, shifting the subject. While Maeve had hidden herself away from the world, Noah wasn’t sure what all she knew, but he wasn’t going to let her sit idly by and not be informed. Whatever she wanted to do with the information was between her and Safrin. ”Do you remember over Longnight when there were those two falling stars? Apparently they crashed in King’s End, but they only left craters. Ever since then, there has been an influx of weird flora and fauna. The weather, too.” He gestured with a shoulder to the window, the sound of rain steady. ”When I call on Vi
Then let the f o o l i s h take the l e a d
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
