Noah
Moving from the main part of the Council Hall to where Morgan's shattered body resided was not a pleasant walk. The Sentinel stayed quiet until they reached the former Warden. The healers around gave nods to Noah and Sah, quietly stepping back from their work. He recognized a few of the healers to have worked with his mother, and to each of them Noah gave a firm nod of respect.
Noah's eyes trailed over the wounds that ravaged the woman's body. There wasn't much left of it, to be honest. She was pale and small in a way she had never been in life, and the deep lashes and stabbing wounds were overwhelming. As Sah spoke, breaking the focus the hunter had on examining her body, Noah stepped towards him. "A feather?" His brows crashed together and he reached out to take it from the hunter, holding it in the palm of his calloused hand.
"I didn't think it was a dragon. They don't leave bodies. I thought ursur, or even frost giant, or wolves...but none of those add up to this." He lifted the feather again, turning it over in two fingers in the torchlight.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
