when Noah wrote to the guild, he had not expected her. He lifted his hand to wave at her as her voice burst over the snow, ringing delightedly between evergreens. She was bright, colorful, a flashing bang of lightning and glitter and rainbow. His experience with crafters and artisans had been much more demure, of the earth. The likes of Deimos and Remi and Sah had crossed his mind, and Nova (as she would introduce herself of in mere seconds) was entirely some other kind of entity.
Her smile was radiant and warmed the permafrost to slush, bringing a smile to Noah’s face that he didn’t even know was coming. It was when he became aware of it that he knew it was her presence — she was the type of person that radiated her joy onto others. He lifted his brows as she continued her introduction, nearly losing them in his hat. While Safrin had never appeared to him in rainbows and brightness, Noah had no doubt in his mind when she looked at him with star kissed freckles and a familiar glint in her eye. She was Safrin’s daughter, sister to Seren. He would remeber that spark, that flare that transcended color and shape.
The Sentinel sucked in a breath through his teeth, shoulders drawing up just slightly. He wasn’t sure how many details she wanted, or he wanted to give, but what he did he gave honestly. ”I was once Vi’s demigod. Your mother has always been kind to me, and I wish to honor that and Vi’s mercy.” He wondered if that would be enough for her. He took his hands then, after shaking hers in greeting, and gestured toward the materials, and then to the area around them. ”I do live here, but it is also a lodge open to anyone on the tundra.” Hunters, merchants, travelers alike — they were all welcome to take refuge in the Olson Lodge when they needed or wanted it. ”I thought it would be best if everyone who came here knew who it belonged to, ultimately.”
Her smile was radiant and warmed the permafrost to slush, bringing a smile to Noah’s face that he didn’t even know was coming. It was when he became aware of it that he knew it was her presence — she was the type of person that radiated her joy onto others. He lifted his brows as she continued her introduction, nearly losing them in his hat. While Safrin had never appeared to him in rainbows and brightness, Noah had no doubt in his mind when she looked at him with star kissed freckles and a familiar glint in her eye. She was Safrin’s daughter, sister to Seren. He would remeber that spark, that flare that transcended color and shape.
The Sentinel sucked in a breath through his teeth, shoulders drawing up just slightly. He wasn’t sure how many details she wanted, or he wanted to give, but what he did he gave honestly. ”I was once Vi’s demigod. Your mother has always been kind to me, and I wish to honor that and Vi’s mercy.” He wondered if that would be enough for her. He took his hands then, after shaking hers in greeting, and gestured toward the materials, and then to the area around them. ”I do live here, but it is also a lodge open to anyone on the tundra.” Hunters, merchants, travelers alike — they were all welcome to take refuge in the Olson Lodge when they needed or wanted it. ”I thought it would be best if everyone who came here knew who it belonged to, ultimately.”
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