Hold fast till the brink of daylight
Noah wasn't sure he could count on his fingers at this point how many times antics like this had unfurled at Deimos' fingertips. While dedicated to making Halo a better place, there was a certain monotony to the tasks given by the gods and heralds that the Sword simply just would not entertain. Thus, he made his subjects his entertainment in the best sort of way. Metal clinked on stone as he set the filled bucket down beside the others, still perfectly brimming.
He turned just in time to catch Iskra’s sudden, dramatic pause. His shout cracked through the chamber, bouncing off the stone like an alarm. Instinct rolled through Noah’s muscles, immediately ready having had the images of the members of the Family and their damned flora and fauna shifting behind his eyes.
The scent of the cavern hadn’t shifted. No footsteps. No threat. A rumbling, amused huff steamed from Noah’s nostrils, the longma equivalent of a grin. Nice try. He gave his mane a playful shake, flicking a ripple of heat in Iskra’s direction as if to say you’ll have to do better than that, and set to fill another bucket.
He turned just in time to catch Iskra’s sudden, dramatic pause. His shout cracked through the chamber, bouncing off the stone like an alarm. Instinct rolled through Noah’s muscles, immediately ready having had the images of the members of the Family and their damned flora and fauna shifting behind his eyes.
The scent of the cavern hadn’t shifted. No footsteps. No threat. A rumbling, amused huff steamed from Noah’s nostrils, the longma equivalent of a grin. Nice try. He gave his mane a playful shake, flicking a ripple of heat in Iskra’s direction as if to say you’ll have to do better than that, and set to fill another bucket.
Where the shadow proves the sunshine
