The demigod was already looking for his offering as they continued to walk (swim) and talk. He stepped sideways and bent down to gather tiny, fragile bird bones and a half-skull. Holding the tiny bones in his large, calloused hand and admiring them for a moment, the demigod thought of Weaver. He knew she had gone to Ludo prior to her death, and the herald had made her scythe more powerful. ”Ludo met me at the Festival of Lights the day the Voice ripped the veil and brought back several souls as ascended.” He remembered then, that he had his journal in his jacket pocket. Placing the bones on an exterior pocket of his jacket, Noah then searched for the journal. Rummaging in the large inside pocket he found it and flipped only just the first few pages. It was there that he found an image that took up about 3/4 of the page. It was a depiction of Weaver and Noah together on the hunting aspect of that quest, of the woman slaying a Luxere with the scythe Ludo would then enchant. He smiled, between that and the bones he hoped Ludo would enjoy his offering.
But something caught his eye. Shining light, tiny flames, he wasn’t sure — but he heard a voice and he knew it. He couldn’t say how, or who, he knew it to be, but he did. A chill ran down his spine and he shot his head up and around, ears half-shifting as if grabbing for the sound out of the thin air. Noah paused before stepping forward, towards where the voice and light had come from. Noah didn’t quite hear Hadama’s question and he offered a hmmm? distractedly in response.
But something caught his eye. Shining light, tiny flames, he wasn’t sure — but he heard a voice and he knew it. He couldn’t say how, or who, he knew it to be, but he did. A chill ran down his spine and he shot his head up and around, ears half-shifting as if grabbing for the sound out of the thin air. Noah paused before stepping forward, towards where the voice and light had come from. Noah didn’t quite hear Hadama’s question and he offered a hmmm? distractedly in response.
the forsaken
