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
Knowign the ranges of magic and the confinements of abilities, Noah understood what Iskra meant. His lightning was not at its max ability, so the distance needed to be small. He nodded once at Iskra’s whispered question, gaze still fixed ahead. “A stun’ll do. I’ll move the second you hit.” His voice was quiet, meant for the narrow space between them.
He moved his weapons from their places, pulling his bow from across his shoulders and an arrow from his quiver. Then he shifted his weight, lowering his stance until he was little more than another shape among the undergrowth. He nocked the arrow.
Another flicker. The faint gleam of a wet muzzle lifting just enough to scent the air. Noah’s heartbeat slowed instead of quickened. “Steady,” Noah whispered, eyes narrowing, as he wished he could have said it to the man over the bond.
He moved his weapons from their places, pulling his bow from across his shoulders and an arrow from his quiver. Then he shifted his weight, lowering his stance until he was little more than another shape among the undergrowth. He nocked the arrow.
Another flicker. The faint gleam of a wet muzzle lifting just enough to scent the air. Noah’s heartbeat slowed instead of quickened. “Steady,” Noah whispered, eyes narrowing, as he wished he could have said it to the man over the bond.
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
