Noah’s stag chased the elementals until they dissipated into the snowy breeze, and it was too far from its channeling master to last any longer. It dissipated itself like dazzling starlight, a silent bugle from its agape mouth its final send off. Typical in every way for his magic, encapsulating the buck that Noah once shifted into.
”Yeah.” It would be nothing but a bruise that a day or two’s time could heal on its own. Rolling the shoulder, the hunter shifted the paint in his hands. He smiled slightly, a smirk on all accounts, and asked, ”Did Evie choose the color?” While his smile may generally be of the jesting kind, the way it met his eyes and matched the warm tone of his voice alluded otherwise. It was a genuine question — pointed, calculated, yet still full of mirth. He wanted to know of the wardens were doing well, if they were surviving dwelling together.
”Yeah.” It would be nothing but a bruise that a day or two’s time could heal on its own. Rolling the shoulder, the hunter shifted the paint in his hands. He smiled slightly, a smirk on all accounts, and asked, ”Did Evie choose the color?” While his smile may generally be of the jesting kind, the way it met his eyes and matched the warm tone of his voice alluded otherwise. It was a genuine question — pointed, calculated, yet still full of mirth. He wanted to know of the wardens were doing well, if they were surviving dwelling together.
Noah
I still believe we can live forever
You and I we begin forever now
You and I we begin forever now
