take the chill off

NOAH

set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes

Noah moved about the empty house, gathering various items for his trips to come. Frey had given him tasks to accomplish, and he would not fail them. A whole set of arrows lay on the table to be refletched, while some needed to be totally created. Arrowheads and dowels and string lay in a pile to the side, ready to be assembled. Eira curled on a pillow by the fireplace, her chest rising and falling as she whistled in her sleep.

The kettle above her head began to whistle as Noah emerged back into the main room, and he reached it before it was a disturbing scream for the gryphon. Her wings twitched some as she continued to dream, and Noah poured the hot water over the ground leaves. It was his last batch of what Delphine had left. Before his meeting with Frey he might have curled over the cup of tea and felt too many emotions about it, but now the man was focused on the tasks at hand.

Taking his tea, he settled at the table to refletch and assemble arrows.

Ezekiel

feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day