Noah lifted his head before Ronin spoke, the whisper of wingbeats and familiar presence brushing against the attuned bond like a warm draft. He had made a decent sized pile of buds and flowers and petals, and he stood beside it with wings pressed against his sides as the Knight approached.
The air still hummed with danger. But Ronin’s grin cut through the tension. Noah stepped forward to see the shells. Pale, opalescent, iridescence woven through each curve like veins of sunlight. They’ll do more than work. They’re perfect. These were exactly the sort of thing he wanted for the shrine, materials that acknowledged life’s ferocity as much as its tenderness.
Noah tilted his chin down towards his collection. We can put these inside the shells and then head out, I think.
The air still hummed with danger. But Ronin’s grin cut through the tension. Noah stepped forward to see the shells. Pale, opalescent, iridescence woven through each curve like veins of sunlight. They’ll do more than work. They’re perfect. These were exactly the sort of thing he wanted for the shrine, materials that acknowledged life’s ferocity as much as its tenderness.
Noah tilted his chin down towards his collection. We can put these inside the shells and then head out, I think.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
