Noah moved through the meadow. As the flowers shifted in his wake, the air was thick with their perfume—sweet, dizzying, alive. He acknowledged Ronin’s departure with a pulse over the attuned bond, and lifted his glacier eyes momentarily to watch the celestial dragon fly towards the surrounding cliff sides.
He folded his wings against his sides and then moved his eyes to search the meadow for the buds he’d come to find. Each one he found, he gathered with care, claws precise as a surgeon’s. But his head lifted often, nostrils flaring. Never would he let his guard down in the Cordillera. The tension in his chest coiled like a bowstring, instincts whispering of flight and concealment even as reverence he contninued on his task.
Life thrived here—but so did death, patient and circling.
He folded his wings against his sides and then moved his eyes to search the meadow for the buds he’d come to find. Each one he found, he gathered with care, claws precise as a surgeon’s. But his head lifted often, nostrils flaring. Never would he let his guard down in the Cordillera. The tension in his chest coiled like a bowstring, instincts whispering of flight and concealment even as reverence he contninued on his task.
Life thrived here—but so did death, patient and circling.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
