As they moved on, Noah lifted his brow at Talyson's question, but nodded anyway. The hunter wasn't afraid to share what had happened to them. The others that had been involved in the battles here were ready to give the details. [say]"I think if I wasn't so focused on what we were there for, I would have been able to see how beautiful the Draig was."[/say] Noah started, his eyes turning back ahead to keep them on the path that Eira showed him.
He talked about the Court of the Fallen, and the battle that they needed to wage, of the scars and damage inflicted, how he had pulled his comrades from the Core's illusions, and how Remi pulled the Core from Caido and saved them all -- and, in the blink of an eye, how it was all over and they were home. The details were quite dry, but the tone of Noah's voice gave the emotions he wasn't able to describe with words.
It was the most terrifying event Noah had ever experienced, and he wouldn't ever forget the feelings of it. The way the dragon writhed beneath him as he constricted it. How his heart raced when he opened his eyes and looked upon Caido. How he felt when it was all over, relieved and weightless and cold.
