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
“Luxere are calmer. I think because of their inherent light magic. These,” He paused, crouching low near a disturbed patch of moss where the marsh began to swallow the forest floor. “are wilder. Less trust. Water keeps them unpredictable.”
He brushed calloused fingers over the tracks—delicate, cloven. He glanced back at Iskra. "Yeah, that might be best. Although a controlled and low burst of electricity might stun one so we don't have to chase it so deep and far into the Oerwoud." Which shimmered ahead, water dark and thick with growth, the surface broken by mats of fern and broad lily leaves. Standing again, the attuned indicated with a careful gesture which way the tracks led. Noah moved with care, letting his weight settle into each step before committing. The Oerwoud felt alive in a way Halo never could—humid and breathing, wet with decay and new life intertwined. But still, there was danger here. Thus was the way of Caido.
A flicker of movement caught his attention. Noah stilled, hand lightly raised to signal pause. Between two thick roots, just beyond the mossy bank, he thought he saw it—a pale muzzle breaching the water for a heartbeat, gills fluttering like petals before vanishing again. “There,” he said, voice low. He narrowed his eyes, searching for a second glimpse.
He brushed calloused fingers over the tracks—delicate, cloven. He glanced back at Iskra. "Yeah, that might be best. Although a controlled and low burst of electricity might stun one so we don't have to chase it so deep and far into the Oerwoud." Which shimmered ahead, water dark and thick with growth, the surface broken by mats of fern and broad lily leaves. Standing again, the attuned indicated with a careful gesture which way the tracks led. Noah moved with care, letting his weight settle into each step before committing. The Oerwoud felt alive in a way Halo never could—humid and breathing, wet with decay and new life intertwined. But still, there was danger here. Thus was the way of Caido.
A flicker of movement caught his attention. Noah stilled, hand lightly raised to signal pause. Between two thick roots, just beyond the mossy bank, he thought he saw it—a pale muzzle breaching the water for a heartbeat, gills fluttering like petals before vanishing again. “There,” he said, voice low. He narrowed his eyes, searching for a second glimpse.
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
