Noah
Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The dead leaves crunched in Noah's hands as he grabbed them and as he used his boots to kick at larger piles. As he worked, he lost track of what was around him. Until, a beacon on the hill, bright and flowery and familiar, he heard his name.
Even before he realized he was doing it, Noah’s head lifted, shoulders angling as he drew in another breath, deeper this time. The fragrance settled in his chest like a familiar chord, struck clear and true. Lena. He hadn’t noticed how naturally he’d leaned back into his attuned senses until now, as if the Celestine itself had coaxed them awake. A smile brightened across his features. He lifted his hand and took a step back from the statue so that the other attuned could see him in proper form. "Hello, Lena!" Noah replied back to her.
"I was just cleaning up around the Vi statue." He gestured toward it, still holding a handful of leaves in all states of death. He noted the grime on her apron and the dirt smeared on her cheek, the flecks of hay chaff in her dark hair, and tilted his head slightly. He then let his glacier eyes settle back up on her face. "You must be hard at work, too."
Even before he realized he was doing it, Noah’s head lifted, shoulders angling as he drew in another breath, deeper this time. The fragrance settled in his chest like a familiar chord, struck clear and true. Lena. He hadn’t noticed how naturally he’d leaned back into his attuned senses until now, as if the Celestine itself had coaxed them awake. A smile brightened across his features. He lifted his hand and took a step back from the statue so that the other attuned could see him in proper form. "Hello, Lena!" Noah replied back to her.
"I was just cleaning up around the Vi statue." He gestured toward it, still holding a handful of leaves in all states of death. He noted the grime on her apron and the dirt smeared on her cheek, the flecks of hay chaff in her dark hair, and tilted his head slightly. He then let his glacier eyes settle back up on her face. "You must be hard at work, too."
While the shadow proves the sunshine
