Noah tried to summon the shield around him again, but it faded out. With the ice coming towards him, there was nothing else to do but shuffle backwards. His teleportation magic needed time to recharge and reset, and apparently his sheild only lasted a few moments. He would definitely need to ask Vi to strengthen that. Maybe, when it was stronger, he could even shield another.
The ice landed, some crashing around him and before him, and some landing on his body to where he needed to bring his arms up over his head. Noah couldn’t help the chuckle that still left his throat, however, as satisfaction rang through him. This was such a normal thing, between him and Deimos, that he couldn’t feel anything but happiness. ”I thought you wanted to know how my family was doing. Couldn’t keep that info to myself for too long.” He smiled brightly at the warden as he brushed ice and snow off of the sleeves of his Sentinel’s coat.
”The twins are doing amazing. They’v both taken their first steps. Margot is much more adventurous than Marcus, as you could assume.” Even from their little interactions, Noah was sure Deimos had come to the same conclusion as all of them: Marcus was the quieter of the two. ”Cordelia and I are…mending.” Noah said, head tilting as his smile faltered just so. ”We had a fight. I was in the wrong. We’re—I’m—working on it.”
The ice landed, some crashing around him and before him, and some landing on his body to where he needed to bring his arms up over his head. Noah couldn’t help the chuckle that still left his throat, however, as satisfaction rang through him. This was such a normal thing, between him and Deimos, that he couldn’t feel anything but happiness. ”I thought you wanted to know how my family was doing. Couldn’t keep that info to myself for too long.” He smiled brightly at the warden as he brushed ice and snow off of the sleeves of his Sentinel’s coat.
”The twins are doing amazing. They’v both taken their first steps. Margot is much more adventurous than Marcus, as you could assume.” Even from their little interactions, Noah was sure Deimos had come to the same conclusion as all of them: Marcus was the quieter of the two. ”Cordelia and I are…mending.” Noah said, head tilting as his smile faltered just so. ”We had a fight. I was in the wrong. We’re—I’m—working on it.”
Noah
The path of self is wrought with fatal lies
