I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah swung the axe, splitting wood with careful precision. He had been working for hours now as the sun sank low on the horizon. Carefully sheltered in his Sentinel's Coat, he knew he could work a few more hours. Bt he heard the crunching snow and Vi'dore and Eira in unison brought the image of his son to him.
He paused. "Yeah, bud?" He straightened and turned to face the younger of his twins, eyebrows lifting some. When Marcus asked his question, Noah didn't quite expect it.
Noah didn’t answer right away. He just set the axe aside, slow and careful, and sat on the stump. He knew this wasn't a small question, and the weight of it gripped the botom of his throat. He took in a deep breath and brushed the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a trail of dirt and tiny flecks of wood in the wake.
“I was about your age when it happened,” he said. “I uh, I didn’t really understand it at first. Just that something inside me opened." He pasued, again, hands coming to rest in his lap. "I wasn’t scared, and it didn't hurt...but it was different. Like finding out I had another language tucked in my bones, and suddenly I knew how to speak it.” His eyes met Marcus', his own gaze coming back up at him from his son's face. “It felt like something I’d been waiting for without knowing it.”
He knew Cordelia's experience was much the same. His throat tightened as he watched his son, waiting for his follow up questions.
He paused. "Yeah, bud?" He straightened and turned to face the younger of his twins, eyebrows lifting some. When Marcus asked his question, Noah didn't quite expect it.
Noah didn’t answer right away. He just set the axe aside, slow and careful, and sat on the stump. He knew this wasn't a small question, and the weight of it gripped the botom of his throat. He took in a deep breath and brushed the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a trail of dirt and tiny flecks of wood in the wake.
“I was about your age when it happened,” he said. “I uh, I didn’t really understand it at first. Just that something inside me opened." He pasued, again, hands coming to rest in his lap. "I wasn’t scared, and it didn't hurt...but it was different. Like finding out I had another language tucked in my bones, and suddenly I knew how to speak it.” His eyes met Marcus', his own gaze coming back up at him from his son's face. “It felt like something I’d been waiting for without knowing it.”
He knew Cordelia's experience was much the same. His throat tightened as he watched his son, waiting for his follow up questions.
NOAH
