noah
I feel the pages turning, I see the candle burning down before my eyes
With the gourds completely dispatched, Noah took a moment to look at their surroundings, the smell of burnt vegetation lingering heavily in the air. Lots of fire, from so many of their party, had done its work. Charred pieces of gourd littered the ground, their twisted remains still faintly steaming. The fight had been a mess—effective, but messy. Fire magic had left scorch marks on the nearby trees and a few tents now bore singed edges. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before nodding to Deimos at the directions to clean up.
Noah worked steadily, his hands stained with soot and sap as he patched charred wood and cleared debris. He knelt by a burned tent, carefully stitching torn fabric. He was mostly quiet, focused on restoring what had been damaged. Vi'dore moved to Sah and touched him with the tip of his horn, nostrils flaring with concern even if the abandoned had healed himself. Eira helped move debris and charred bits of gourds, clacking her beak idly as she did so.
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Noah works to repair any burnt areas
Noah worked steadily, his hands stained with soot and sap as he patched charred wood and cleared debris. He knelt by a burned tent, carefully stitching torn fabric. He was mostly quiet, focused on restoring what had been damaged. Vi'dore moved to Sah and touched him with the tip of his horn, nostrils flaring with concern even if the abandoned had healed himself. Eira helped move debris and charred bits of gourds, clacking her beak idly as she did so.
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Noah works to repair any burnt areas
