Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
With companions content in their acknowledgement, and twins drifting slowly to sleep in the presence of the starlit herald, Noah's entire being softened. He could feel the warmth of the magic descending upon his children from Safrin's finger tips in his bones. "Yes." He couldn't stop the smile that wrinkled the corners of his eyes and tugged at the wrinkles in his forehead.
"I prayed for strength for them and they received it. But I want to be able to protect them more, protect all of those that I love when they need it most." Flashes of the dragon grabbing Weaver, of the battle on the Draig, of all the losses and injuries sustained. ”I need something only the god and herald of life could give.” Noah’s voice was honey as he spoke, his eyes moving from his twins back to Safrin again. ”I wish to be able to take the magical energy within me and form a shield. A shield that can protect others, and even myself, when its needed."
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
