The lodge had been neglected in his absence.
Noah exhaled, his breath curling in the frigid air as he stepped onto the porch. The boards groaned under his weight, more from neglect than the cold. He reached down, pressing a gloved hand to the wood, feeling the give beneath his palm. Rot. The kind that came from time and exposure.
His eyes lifted to the roof, where snow clung in heavy drifts. The overhang sagged, the weight of the seasons pressing down like a burden long carried. He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. Repairs would take time and the demigod’s mind reeled with all that needed to be done. But standing in the hollow quiet of the lodge, he knew he’d rebuild. He had to. For Cordelia.
Taking a few days to gather the necessary supplies and spread the word around, Noah readied for the tasks to come.
This is an open PQ repairing the lodge.
1. Noah
2.
3.
Noah exhaled, his breath curling in the frigid air as he stepped onto the porch. The boards groaned under his weight, more from neglect than the cold. He reached down, pressing a gloved hand to the wood, feeling the give beneath his palm. Rot. The kind that came from time and exposure.
His eyes lifted to the roof, where snow clung in heavy drifts. The overhang sagged, the weight of the seasons pressing down like a burden long carried. He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. Repairs would take time and the demigod’s mind reeled with all that needed to be done. But standing in the hollow quiet of the lodge, he knew he’d rebuild. He had to. For Cordelia.
Taking a few days to gather the necessary supplies and spread the word around, Noah readied for the tasks to come.
This is an open PQ repairing the lodge.
1. Noah
2.
3.
Noah Olson
the forsaken
