Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Having teleported most of the way, Noah stepped lightly along the winding path that led to Frey’s Breath. The air was heavy, carrying the scent of fire and damp earth both, invigorating him with every breath. Here there was no sun, but Frey's Breath did not need it. The lava and magma and fire fueled the warmth of the place and kept the hotspring waters unpredictable.
Steam rose from the crystal-clear waters, dancing in the like ethereal spirits. Noah approached the waters, but did not ready himself to step into them. He could see others gathered, laughter and camaraderie filling the air, but he kept his eyes moving along the shores of the rocky pools for one thing: a lily.
He knew the rare blooms that thrived in the hotspring's embrace, yet there had been no luck in gaining them by natural occurrence. He couldn't let that dissuade him for being a part of the search, however. Noah knelt near the water’s edge, peering through the mist, scanning the surface for the delicate flowers.
Steam rose from the crystal-clear waters, dancing in the like ethereal spirits. Noah approached the waters, but did not ready himself to step into them. He could see others gathered, laughter and camaraderie filling the air, but he kept his eyes moving along the shores of the rocky pools for one thing: a lily.
He knew the rare blooms that thrived in the hotspring's embrace, yet there had been no luck in gaining them by natural occurrence. He couldn't let that dissuade him for being a part of the search, however. Noah knelt near the water’s edge, peering through the mist, scanning the surface for the delicate flowers.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
