Ghostly lips had left a scarlet imprint on the Forsaken's cheek, but it would be scrubbed off long before he returned home with a new story to tell. Hadama looked away, waiting quietly in contemplation of what they'd just witnessed until Noah was ready to speak of it and then the mermanta's gaze returned to his friend with a shared warmth for the peaceful transition they'd just aided. "Who can?" he murmured back, willing to let the moment slide into humor rather than sadness for the soul who had finally found her way to Mort's halls. Whatever tragedy had caused her to remain caught within the Cataract, the kindness of a handsome stranger had given her peace and set her free.
"Have you decided on an offering for Frey?" he asked after they had traveled a little farther in companionable silence and the small, charming shrine came into view. His own bouquet had not grown much in size; instead he had become more discerning in his choices, picking only the largest or most unique blossoms within reach of his stream to add to it as they neared their destination.
"Have you decided on an offering for Frey?" he asked after they had traveled a little farther in companionable silence and the small, charming shrine came into view. His own bouquet had not grown much in size; instead he had become more discerning in his choices, picking only the largest or most unique blossoms within reach of his stream to add to it as they neared their destination.
