Noah
Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Noah was grateful for Lena’s willingness to help him with gathering tools. She seemed so busy, but the Sentinel knew that it was in her nature. From every time that Noah interacted with, or heard about, Lena she was founded, grounded, and rooted in loyalty and service.
As she returned Noah straightened in time to take the tools from her. ”Thank you, Lena.” Noah said. He took the brook and set the other tools on a nearby bench. He got to work, sweeping and making piles. Before Lena could slip away, Noah lifted a question her way.
”Longnight is coming soon. Does Stormbreak need to do much to prepare for it?” he asked as he worked, using the broom with the bristles sideways to pull some leaves and debris from between the statue and some annuals planted all at its base. For the season, Noah was surprised the Celestine wasn’t packed with more snow than the frost that touched surfaces here and there, but he did admit that it made cleaning up easier.
As she returned Noah straightened in time to take the tools from her. ”Thank you, Lena.” Noah said. He took the brook and set the other tools on a nearby bench. He got to work, sweeping and making piles. Before Lena could slip away, Noah lifted a question her way.
”Longnight is coming soon. Does Stormbreak need to do much to prepare for it?” he asked as he worked, using the broom with the bristles sideways to pull some leaves and debris from between the statue and some annuals planted all at its base. For the season, Noah was surprised the Celestine wasn’t packed with more snow than the frost that touched surfaces here and there, but he did admit that it made cleaning up easier.
While the shadow proves the sunshine
