[o] Forging on

Noah

It creeps in like a thief in the night
Without a sign, without a warning

The sound of the fire was drowned out by the rushing of the water, but as the demigod’s eyes lifted he could see flames licking out in spurts from the makeshift forge. Noah’s eyes narrowed some as he focused ahead, his eyes still scanning until they fell on a familiar figure. Her horns were unmistakable as they lifted from her skull and the wrapping of silver hair. 

He lifted his hand in a wave as he approached, feeling some tension leave his shoulders as he closed the distance between them. When he noticed her lifted hand he called out a simple hello, so that she could hear his voice even if his features were still darkened from his backlit approach.

He jutted his chin towards the firing kiln-forge when he was close enough, asking ”What’s that?”

But we are ready and prepared to fight
Raise up your swords, don't be afraid