Noah
we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us
while our shadows keeps watching us
”Yeah.” Noah agreed, chest tightening. He watched as she got up and draped herself in fire. Only when the flames extinguished did he move.
He rose slowly, the fountain’s rim cold beneath his palms as he pushed himself to his feet. Unable to live in fire as she did, he was still wet where his body and clothes had come in contact with the icy cold water of the sea and the soothing waters of the fountain. He offered Maea his arm, not insistent, only there if she wished to take it.
The city around them stirred with its usual rhythms—merchants calling out, hels circling above, the briny tang of the sea carried on the wind. Noah hardly noticed. His attention stayed on her, on the determination in her steps annd the straightness of her spine. Every so often, he glanced sidelong, watching for a tremor, for a falter, ready to steady her without words.
The road to the Skyport sloped upward, its stones glinting faintly with sea spray. When the tower came into view, sails furled like white surrender flags, the attuned slowed near the edge of the platform, giving her space.
His glacier eyes held hers, steady, unwavering, even as sadness pulled at him. “Safe travels, Maea.”
FIN
He rose slowly, the fountain’s rim cold beneath his palms as he pushed himself to his feet. Unable to live in fire as she did, he was still wet where his body and clothes had come in contact with the icy cold water of the sea and the soothing waters of the fountain. He offered Maea his arm, not insistent, only there if she wished to take it.
The city around them stirred with its usual rhythms—merchants calling out, hels circling above, the briny tang of the sea carried on the wind. Noah hardly noticed. His attention stayed on her, on the determination in her steps annd the straightness of her spine. Every so often, he glanced sidelong, watching for a tremor, for a falter, ready to steady her without words.
The road to the Skyport sloped upward, its stones glinting faintly with sea spray. When the tower came into view, sails furled like white surrender flags, the attuned slowed near the edge of the platform, giving her space.
His glacier eyes held hers, steady, unwavering, even as sadness pulled at him. “Safe travels, Maea.”
FIN
the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.
would be not to start this exodus.
