Hold fast till the brink of daylight
He’d been here more times than he could count. Each visit was branded into him by purpose. Yet, he let himself breathe it in--the mingled scents of mineral and moss, the thick, humid air--the memories layered over the present. Every time he’d come here, he’d come looking for something sacred—a reminder that life persisted, even when everything else broke. Now, they were here to gather the waters of Frey's Breath for much the same reason. Noah thought it was interesting that this is where Safrin had them come, and he wondered what depths the heralds knew about that they had yet to even scratch the surface of.
When Damien spoke, Noah pulled himself out of his own thoughts. “Here,” he said, stepping forward to help shift one of the barrels into place. The weight was awkward in the damp, but between them it rolled onto a patch of solid stone. “We’ll want them far enough from the edge so they don't shift. The heat will swell the wood.” Then Damien turned to start lighting lanterns, and Noah thought that was interesting. Noah, knowing where he would best be suited for this task at the moment, slipped into a different skin.
From where the attuned stood was now a larger, more imposing form. Dragon scales rippled down over taught muscle on an equine frame. Golden and blue and all shades between, Noah shook his head and neck, mane and dragon-like whiskers shaking. Leaning down and grabbing one of the hands of the buckets in his mouth, the longma stepped carefully out onto Frey's Breath.
When Damien spoke, Noah pulled himself out of his own thoughts. “Here,” he said, stepping forward to help shift one of the barrels into place. The weight was awkward in the damp, but between them it rolled onto a patch of solid stone. “We’ll want them far enough from the edge so they don't shift. The heat will swell the wood.” Then Damien turned to start lighting lanterns, and Noah thought that was interesting. Noah, knowing where he would best be suited for this task at the moment, slipped into a different skin.
From where the attuned stood was now a larger, more imposing form. Dragon scales rippled down over taught muscle on an equine frame. Golden and blue and all shades between, Noah shook his head and neck, mane and dragon-like whiskers shaking. Leaning down and grabbing one of the hands of the buckets in his mouth, the longma stepped carefully out onto Frey's Breath.
Where the shadow proves the sunshine
