i will endure the night for the promise of light
With the healing waters of the fountain having done all their work, Noah was content to sit in the waters and talk with the queen for a moment. The quiet was nice in the wake of what they had just faced. Had she not also come to the fountain, he would have gotten himself healed to a state proper enough for travel and then use his compass to head immediately back to the Citadel, but he would stay and talk to the queen for as long as was given.
It was almost as much of a relief as the waters themselves, even if they weren’t close friends or anything.
It was better than getting his ass kicked by the jungle.
He let his head fall back again gently against the side of the fountain. His body shifted down then, too, half floating as he bopped just a few inches off the bottom of the fountain. He didn’t notice the way Flora moved to do much the same, though she floated closer to the surface, with her body on full display, because he was looking up at the passing clouds across the bright blue tropical sky. His throat rumbled with agreement at her statement of bullshit — because for as much reasoning and logic as Noah could put behind it, it was bullshit in the end. ”Something is better than nothing. Staying still is dying.” He said, then laughed at her next statement.
Hadama, much like Noah, had a lot of ideals and values when it came to being good. ”The surface is a much different game than the bottom of the ocean, I think.” His eyes wrinkled as he smiled again, still laughing. He understood where Hadama’s heart and mind were because his too reflected similarly, but he also understood the wild streak in Flora’s heart that matched the wilder, more dangerous aspects of Torchline. His brother Zeke had much the same spark.
Though the demigod had no idea of the goings on behind the scenes of the Hanged Man, so he really only thought it a wild spirit. ”You’ll have to keep him from being more boring than stone.”
It was almost as much of a relief as the waters themselves, even if they weren’t close friends or anything.
It was better than getting his ass kicked by the jungle.
He let his head fall back again gently against the side of the fountain. His body shifted down then, too, half floating as he bopped just a few inches off the bottom of the fountain. He didn’t notice the way Flora moved to do much the same, though she floated closer to the surface, with her body on full display, because he was looking up at the passing clouds across the bright blue tropical sky. His throat rumbled with agreement at her statement of bullshit — because for as much reasoning and logic as Noah could put behind it, it was bullshit in the end. ”Something is better than nothing. Staying still is dying.” He said, then laughed at her next statement.
Hadama, much like Noah, had a lot of ideals and values when it came to being good. ”The surface is a much different game than the bottom of the ocean, I think.” His eyes wrinkled as he smiled again, still laughing. He understood where Hadama’s heart and mind were because his too reflected similarly, but he also understood the wild streak in Flora’s heart that matched the wilder, more dangerous aspects of Torchline. His brother Zeke had much the same spark.
Though the demigod had no idea of the goings on behind the scenes of the Hanged Man, so he really only thought it a wild spirit. ”You’ll have to keep him from being more boring than stone.”
THE F O R S A K E N
