Noah walked along the winding coastal path leading to Rae’s Fingers. Even in early leafchange, the air was thick with the rich scent of salt and sun-baked foliage. There was a softness now, a gentling of the heat that marked the end of summer’s reign. The tropical sun still blazed above, though its light was more golden than fierce, casting a mellow glow over the palm trees and thick undergrowth that lined the trail, as night whispered its approach.
The further Noah walked, the more he noticed subtle changes in the landscape. Bright green leaves showed hints of bronze, and some of the taller palms swayed lazily, their fronds catching the seasonal breeze that whispered through Torchline. Flowers that had flourished in the heat were now fading, replaced by hardier blooms in colors that matched the light of the season.
Hadama had given precise instructions of how to navigate to their meeting place for their well-loved and continued tradition of training together in Rae's Fingers, which Noah was thankful for. Otherwise, the demigod would be lost in these winding underwater tunnels -- and probably drowned, had Hadama not given also specific instructions about the time of the times.
The further Noah walked, the more he noticed subtle changes in the landscape. Bright green leaves showed hints of bronze, and some of the taller palms swayed lazily, their fronds catching the seasonal breeze that whispered through Torchline. Flowers that had flourished in the heat were now fading, replaced by hardier blooms in colors that matched the light of the season.
Hadama had given precise instructions of how to navigate to their meeting place for their well-loved and continued tradition of training together in Rae's Fingers, which Noah was thankful for. Otherwise, the demigod would be lost in these winding underwater tunnels -- and probably drowned, had Hadama not given also specific instructions about the time of the times.
the forsaken
