Noah rose from his crouch as her magic began to unfurl. Amazed as ever by her abilities, as he was whenever he witnessed magical crafting, he drew in a slow and deliverate breath. He stepped back to give her space, frost brunching beneath his steps. "About your age, I'd say. Maybe a little younger." She was young, yes, and bright in the way only Safrin’s children were, he was confident of his even having only known Seren. "My son's name is Marcus, and my daughters are Margot and Ravenna. Ravenna is an apprentice in the Citadel. I'm sure she'd like to meet you, and maybe be a part of the guild one day. Marcus and Margot haven't quite found their career paths yet." He shrugged, unworried and unhurried because of their youth.
As Nova worked, the ideas they’d shaped together began to take physical form: the curve of the arch, the first suggestion of the fountain’s tiers, the basin where unfrozen water would shummer with starlight. Noah found himself moving instinctively, offering small adjustments where she glanced his way. When the fountain’s core finally solidified Noah drew in a breath that clouded the air. "That’s it," he said, a quiet awe threading through the words, "you’ve caught her. The feeling of her." It was not extravagant, not indulgent, but radiant and sure. Safrin and Vi both.
He stepped nearer, glacial eyes softening as he took in the gleaming centerpiece she’d coaxed into being. "Thank you, Nova." The sincerity was simple. He touched the edge of the stone, still warm from her magic.
AI MADE ME A SKETCH OF IT! :D
As Nova worked, the ideas they’d shaped together began to take physical form: the curve of the arch, the first suggestion of the fountain’s tiers, the basin where unfrozen water would shummer with starlight. Noah found himself moving instinctively, offering small adjustments where she glanced his way. When the fountain’s core finally solidified Noah drew in a breath that clouded the air. "That’s it," he said, a quiet awe threading through the words, "you’ve caught her. The feeling of her." It was not extravagant, not indulgent, but radiant and sure. Safrin and Vi both.
He stepped nearer, glacial eyes softening as he took in the gleaming centerpiece she’d coaxed into being. "Thank you, Nova." The sincerity was simple. He touched the edge of the stone, still warm from her magic.
AI MADE ME A SKETCH OF IT! :D
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