NOAH
Noah walked steady beside Liam, boots crunching through the crusted snow. The cold bit deep—but he’d known worse. Out here, under the wide, silver sky with the wind that never quite slept, Noah had experienced his share of treacherous conditions. Today was mild.
He glanced over at his friend and gave a small, knowing smile behind his scarf. “It would have been foolish to let you come out here alone,” he said. “Ursur like lone targets.” There was no blame in his tone—just quiet truth. He respected Liam’s drive, even admired it. Not everyone would brave the tundra for someone they cared about. That kind of devotion deserved backup. And Noah was glad to give it.
He patted Vi’dore’s neck as they walked, the unicorn pulling a sled behind him. He’d brought extra gear in case Liam needed it—layers, salves, strips of dried meat. The ursur might try to steal the breath from their lungs, but it wouldn’t take either of them.
Not today.
He glanced over at his friend and gave a small, knowing smile behind his scarf. “It would have been foolish to let you come out here alone,” he said. “Ursur like lone targets.” There was no blame in his tone—just quiet truth. He respected Liam’s drive, even admired it. Not everyone would brave the tundra for someone they cared about. That kind of devotion deserved backup. And Noah was glad to give it.
He patted Vi’dore’s neck as they walked, the unicorn pulling a sled behind him. He’d brought extra gear in case Liam needed it—layers, salves, strips of dried meat. The ursur might try to steal the breath from their lungs, but it wouldn’t take either of them.
Not today.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
