Noah
Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Leaves crunched and dust puffed into the cold air. As Noah worked, his breath came in puffs of white steam that he was all too used to from his life in Halo. She let him know of the work to be done, and a frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. He knew the rubble and ruin that the Tower had been left in in Dahlia's wake. He had seen it. It would be a lot of work.
"Thank you, again, Lena. Let me know if I can be of any help. After I finish here I am heading to find Zavien, so I'll be in the city for a minute." He smiled at her, genuine and deep with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, as he watched her leave.
Noah worked in quiet rhythm, the soft scrape of the broom against stone anf frost mingling with the murmur of water nearby. Each motion felt deliberate, grounding—a small act of reverence in the god’s presence.
When the path was clear, he set the broom aside for the rake, drawing it over the white-washed stone path where leaves had gathered. The scent of earth rose, rich and clean. It smelled different than the soil in the Greenwing, and Noah let that roll over in his head as he finished the work.
On his way out, he placed the tools he had been given back at the shed where Lena had gathered them from. The caretaker ws nowhere to be seen, probbaly somewhere elbow deep in another job.
FIN
"Thank you, again, Lena. Let me know if I can be of any help. After I finish here I am heading to find Zavien, so I'll be in the city for a minute." He smiled at her, genuine and deep with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, as he watched her leave.
Noah worked in quiet rhythm, the soft scrape of the broom against stone anf frost mingling with the murmur of water nearby. Each motion felt deliberate, grounding—a small act of reverence in the god’s presence.
When the path was clear, he set the broom aside for the rake, drawing it over the white-washed stone path where leaves had gathered. The scent of earth rose, rich and clean. It smelled different than the soil in the Greenwing, and Noah let that roll over in his head as he finished the work.
On his way out, he placed the tools he had been given back at the shed where Lena had gathered them from. The caretaker ws nowhere to be seen, probbaly somewhere elbow deep in another job.
FIN
While the shadow proves the sunshine
