The waters rise above my eyes
I will breathe it in and go out with the tide
I will breathe it in and go out with the tide
The Oerwoud pressed close on all sides, the canopy swallowing the sun, the calls of unseen creatures echoing from every direction. Noah kept his pace even, careful in the mud and roots, the familiar patience of the hunt sliding over his shoulders like a cloak. "Yeah. Heard they end up tasting more like the types of seaweed they eat. Could be a fun little break from luxere." He flashed a half-smirk towards the abandoned, then let his eyes move back towards his path in the jungle.
Noah hadn’t minded the request when it came. In truth, he was glad enough to accompany Iskra into the Oerwoud, if only for the chance to move through its dense, humid air as a reprieve of the Halovian winter. The hunt gave him something tangible to put his hands and mind to, and Iskra’s company was steady enough to make the weight of silence comfortable between them, waves of conversation gentle and careful, less like the barrage of waves that felt necessary to fill any silence between them.
Noah hadn’t minded the request when it came. In truth, he was glad enough to accompany Iskra into the Oerwoud, if only for the chance to move through its dense, humid air as a reprieve of the Halovian winter. The hunt gave him something tangible to put his hands and mind to, and Iskra’s company was steady enough to make the weight of silence comfortable between them, waves of conversation gentle and careful, less like the barrage of waves that felt necessary to fill any silence between them.
And when you think this is the end
You will find me there where I have always been
You will find me there where I have always been
