Wings cut through the cold, each beat sharp and deliberate. In his griffin form, Noah soared over the Sea of Glass, the frozen expanse gleaming below like shattered starlight. Wind howled past his feathers, but he flew steady, eyes fixed on the shrine ahead—once lonely, half-buried in snow and silence. But not now. A figure moved below, catching the demigod’s keen eye as he made a wide, arcing circle above the shrine.
His friend.
He landed with care, talons cracking the frost, breath misting in the air. For a moment, he simply stood there, wings folding in at his sides. Like the king that knelt before the shrine, he had prayers that needed to be heard. But he would do his best not to disturb his fellow demigod.
Laying down, Noah waited.
Hadama, Noah greeted across the attuned bond as the king finished his prayer.
His friend.
He landed with care, talons cracking the frost, breath misting in the air. For a moment, he simply stood there, wings folding in at his sides. Like the king that knelt before the shrine, he had prayers that needed to be heard. But he would do his best not to disturb his fellow demigod.
Laying down, Noah waited.
Hadama, Noah greeted across the attuned bond as the king finished his prayer.
the forsaken
