I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
From Torchline Noah headed to the Greatwood, for one search before he went to Vi. He had to make an attempt again before he sought out his patron, although he knew in his mind that any breaks in tasks would bring him back to these forests and rivers and winding, twisting paths until they had harvested all they needed.
Having grown more familiar with the Greatwood in his time here, Noah wasn’t was disoriented as the trees chose new paths for him. He was ready to recompose and continue as the dirt shifted beneath his boots. He kept his eyes up and scanned, keeping his head on a swivel.
He stopped suddenly when he heard the sobbing, the familiar cry of grief and despair. His heart lurched and he took off into the woods, slight panic racing through him. He turned a corner and spotted her, her dark hair familiar against the backdrop of the Greatwood. He slowed, but didn’t stop until he was near her, crouching down at her side, and pulling her into him. ”Alys, shhhh,”
Having grown more familiar with the Greatwood in his time here, Noah wasn’t was disoriented as the trees chose new paths for him. He was ready to recompose and continue as the dirt shifted beneath his boots. He kept his eyes up and scanned, keeping his head on a swivel.
He stopped suddenly when he heard the sobbing, the familiar cry of grief and despair. His heart lurched and he took off into the woods, slight panic racing through him. He turned a corner and spotted her, her dark hair familiar against the backdrop of the Greatwood. He slowed, but didn’t stop until he was near her, crouching down at her side, and pulling her into him. ”Alys, shhhh,”
NOAH
