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.
Noah, knowing where he would best be suited for this task at the moment, slipped into a different skin.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. Then he began the work, bucket hanging from his mouth.
Noah, knowing where he would best be suited for this task at the moment, slipped into a different skin.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. Then he began the work, bucket hanging from his mouth.
Where the shadow proves the sunshine
