He was asleep, but even the deepest o slumbers was easily disturbed by the sound of his god calling his name, of the tug on his soul between him and the deity. Glacier eyes snapped open, and the Forsaken sucked in a breath before he disappeared from his bed.
His magic did not need to take him far, but he trusted it to take him to where he was called, wherever that happened to be. His feet touched his porch, covered only in ursur wool socks, and he looked up to the god of life.
He let out a breath. Vi’s presence wasn’t overwhelming, not in the way of storms or fire. It was gentler. Stranger. But no less terrifying. He shivered from reverence washing through him so fiercely it almost hurt—but almost. There was something soft in the way his name echoed again in his mind, from how he had been called.
”Vi,” he uttered, voice shaking slightly at the edges, frayed with anticipation.
His magic did not need to take him far, but he trusted it to take him to where he was called, wherever that happened to be. His feet touched his porch, covered only in ursur wool socks, and he looked up to the god of life.
He let out a breath. Vi’s presence wasn’t overwhelming, not in the way of storms or fire. It was gentler. Stranger. But no less terrifying. He shivered from reverence washing through him so fiercely it almost hurt—but almost. There was something soft in the way his name echoed again in his mind, from how he had been called.
”Vi,” he uttered, voice shaking slightly at the edges, frayed with anticipation.
noah
let it rain until it floods
let the sun breathe life once more
reborn
let the sun breathe life once more
reborn
