will heaven step in?
While OPhelia rolled over what they were to tell Noah, the demigod took his time swimming. He moved out in a great arc and then dove beneath the waters. Massive paws carried him far with each stroke until he felt he had comforted himself enough. Surfacing, the bear shook his impressive head. Water droplets flew everywhere. Then, he moved to the edge again and crawled from the water. He was far enough away from Ophelia at that point that when he shook out his white fur he hoped none of it would spray her.
Shifting back, the only evidence of his swim now the dampness in his blond hair, Noah closed some distance between them. He leaned against a rock, its surface warm from the sun beneath him. He had taken in all that they had to say, and as he settled back near them, his face was unreadable. Us? No longer ascended? Did that mean that they had been a follower of the Voice? There was no mistaking which god they followed now. No, not with the tail that twitched and the horns that displayed. Not to mention the shift.
”Which god do you think would best suit this place?” He finally asked coolly, passively.
Shifting back, the only evidence of his swim now the dampness in his blond hair, Noah closed some distance between them. He leaned against a rock, its surface warm from the sun beneath him. He had taken in all that they had to say, and as he settled back near them, his face was unreadable. Us? No longer ascended? Did that mean that they had been a follower of the Voice? There was no mistaking which god they followed now. No, not with the tail that twitched and the horns that displayed. Not to mention the shift.
”Which god do you think would best suit this place?” He finally asked coolly, passively.
will it save us from our sin?
