Noah
Noah didn’t interrupt. He let the words fall, each one like the slow crack of ice spreading underfoot. Only when silence settled across the bond did he respond with a simple Gods.
It wasn’t praise. It wasn’t relief. He didn't know what it was, except another prayer as they stepped away from the shrine. His jaw worked, something sharp in his gaze now—fury, banked like coals. It took everything in him to keep himself poised so that his passive magic didn't burn across his body and alert the townsfolk of the situation being worked out between the warden and the demigod.
He looked out, too, where snow curled across the stones and the Citadel’s walls stood like ribs around a fragile heart. They think fear is enough. That you’ll trade Halo for everyone, everything, else. They were threatening families. Because Noah understood this to be a threat in its purest form, not a true offering of peace and safety. Noah had never met the head of the family, but what he knew of the others -- the confidence was a rod in his spine, ice cold and unyielding: what happened was a threat.
The Family didn't know what they'd lost. What they'd built back with their own hands after the demise of the Voice. Halo was working again to keep themselves from living in such casualties as they had in the last war. Soon they would return to Safrin and she would grant the safety of their home, truly, from the Family. Vi'dore picked up a trot to catch up to the men, slowing at Noah's side. He reached out for his warm neck instinctively, Do we strike?
It wasn’t praise. It wasn’t relief. He didn't know what it was, except another prayer as they stepped away from the shrine. His jaw worked, something sharp in his gaze now—fury, banked like coals. It took everything in him to keep himself poised so that his passive magic didn't burn across his body and alert the townsfolk of the situation being worked out between the warden and the demigod.
He looked out, too, where snow curled across the stones and the Citadel’s walls stood like ribs around a fragile heart. They think fear is enough. That you’ll trade Halo for everyone, everything, else. They were threatening families. Because Noah understood this to be a threat in its purest form, not a true offering of peace and safety. Noah had never met the head of the family, but what he knew of the others -- the confidence was a rod in his spine, ice cold and unyielding: what happened was a threat.
The Family didn't know what they'd lost. What they'd built back with their own hands after the demise of the Voice. Halo was working again to keep themselves from living in such casualties as they had in the last war. Soon they would return to Safrin and she would grant the safety of their home, truly, from the Family. Vi'dore picked up a trot to catch up to the men, slowing at Noah's side. He reached out for his warm neck instinctively, Do we strike?
are you out there on the front lines
or at home keeping score?
or at home keeping score?
