Noah stepped off the ramp with a slow breath, boots striking stone as the wind curled around the open platform of Stormbreak’s skyport. Too high, too exposed. The sky was wide and blinding up here, clouds sharp-edged and loud in their motion. He kept his hood low.
The crate was supposed to be waiting for him, and the delivery man waiting for the trade. He wanted Tal to have done this, but the Messenger was busy. Still, being here put him on edge. The city gleamed like a blessing, but it didn’t feel like one. He walked briskly. He didn’t belong here. He was simply here for the trade. Then back to the Greenwing.
The crate was supposed to be waiting for him, and the delivery man waiting for the trade. He wanted Tal to have done this, but the Messenger was busy. Still, being here put him on edge. The city gleamed like a blessing, but it didn’t feel like one. He walked briskly. He didn’t belong here. He was simply here for the trade. Then back to the Greenwing.
no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
sitting all alone inside your head
