tell me that your hopes and dreams don't end in the heart
Noah arrived not long after Alys settled in, his boots crunching across the snow with a rhythm that didn’t carry the same heaviness as before. The sun shone down on him and glinted against the water, sparkling like stars in Safrin's sky. The last time he and Alys were together they had walked the Greatwood together. They’d hunted for roses with grief curled in their lungs and silence settled between them like ash. But today, his steps were lighter. When he spotted her perched near the pool, he offered a lifted hand in greeting.
"Hey, Alys," Noah said once he was close enough, not quite wanting to yell the distance across the open air of the hotspring. Without hesitating, Noah slid in next to her on the large, flat rock. He drew his knees up slightly, arms resting on them with ease. “Well,” he said, eyeing the steam rising from the water, “this is a hell of a lot better than digging through brambles. How's Talyson?"
"Hey, Alys," Noah said once he was close enough, not quite wanting to yell the distance across the open air of the hotspring. Without hesitating, Noah slid in next to her on the large, flat rock. He drew his knees up slightly, arms resting on them with ease. “Well,” he said, eyeing the steam rising from the water, “this is a hell of a lot better than digging through brambles. How's Talyson?"
Noah
of a graveyard
