I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah hadn’t had time to tell Deimos he was going to Starfall once Hadama’s request reached him. He had to move quickly when called, and he did. But now he was back to report. Not finding the Warden in his office, Noah assumed he was either training or out on the tundra, and sent word through one of the guards. He knew that if Deimos didn’t have time to meet, he wouldn’t. But he hoped he would—so he waited, patient, at the springs where he’d told the guard he would be.
Noah had seen his share of wonders, but this—this was unmistakably hers. The water shimmered with starlight, each ripple catching a piece of the night sky, as if Safrin herself had cupped her hands and poured the stars into the earth. Steam curled around him like a blessing, warm against his skin, gentle as breath. He stepped closer, reverent, knowing she had made this place—but that the Halovians had worked for it. Tenacious as they always were, swift in their tasks.
Noah had seen his share of wonders, but this—this was unmistakably hers. The water shimmered with starlight, each ripple catching a piece of the night sky, as if Safrin herself had cupped her hands and poured the stars into the earth. Steam curled around him like a blessing, warm against his skin, gentle as breath. He stepped closer, reverent, knowing she had made this place—but that the Halovians had worked for it. Tenacious as they always were, swift in their tasks.
NOAH
