Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
They had wept into his shoulder the night he told them, risen from the tundra after weeks of being unconscious in the frozen hellscape, their grief raw and bewildered. He had held them with blood still on his skin. He hadn’t known what to say. He still didn’t. Justice didn’t cradle a child. It didn’t dry their eyes or rebuild lullabies out of ash.
Ravenna knew that.
But The dragon was gone. He had made sure of it. Vengeance had no tenderness. It had no way to answer a child’s aching. Noah knew, though, in the depths of this soul, that if Ravenna's father had had the strength to kill the dragon that took Weaver from them he would have. He knew, somewhere within that child before him, was the same flame.
He knew she understood, he just wasn't sure she knew she understood. "Yes." He almost whispered, voice low but steady. "Whatever you need, we can make it happen. There is an older couple who live at the edge of Snowcloak, and they used to live in the grounds. They raised some sort of fiber animal, I can't remember which kind. I think they would be able to lend a hand." He tilted his head slightly. "From what I know, you've found a little place for yourself. We can accommodate him in it." She could thank Margot for that information, the girl having offered it to her father freely.
I will always help you, his eyes said as they landed on her again, moving from the sheep-creature.
Ravenna knew that.
But The dragon was gone. He had made sure of it. Vengeance had no tenderness. It had no way to answer a child’s aching. Noah knew, though, in the depths of this soul, that if Ravenna's father had had the strength to kill the dragon that took Weaver from them he would have. He knew, somewhere within that child before him, was the same flame.
He knew she understood, he just wasn't sure she knew she understood. "Yes." He almost whispered, voice low but steady. "Whatever you need, we can make it happen. There is an older couple who live at the edge of Snowcloak, and they used to live in the grounds. They raised some sort of fiber animal, I can't remember which kind. I think they would be able to lend a hand." He tilted his head slightly. "From what I know, you've found a little place for yourself. We can accommodate him in it." She could thank Margot for that information, the girl having offered it to her father freely.
I will always help you, his eyes said as they landed on her again, moving from the sheep-creature.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
