Noah
the truth is what remains
the truth is what you save from the fire
Noah moved steadily, gloved hands brushing frost from each stone before slipping the chosen ones into his bag. But even in the rhythm of gathering, his senses stayed sharp. He kept one ear tuned to the wind, the other to the crunch of footsteps—his and the others'. Eyes flicked to the horizon now and then. The Sea of Glass was too quiet for comfort in the aftermath of the dragon. Whatever had been it there scattered and hid, the Forsaken knew. But Stillness could be a warning just as much as peace. the truth is what you save from the fire
”Hows it coming?” he called out to the girls, lifting the weight of his own bag. It was almost full. He crouched again, wings still present, and sroppped a few more stones into the leather as his glacier eyes flicked to Elizabeth and Ravenna. If they too were done filling their bags, they could head back to the Citadel as quickly as they came.
you fight for what you love, don't matter if it hurts
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
