Noah kept pace but did not follow the Sword’s dive, instead circling higher, widening his view as Deimos skimmed the sea. From above, the motion was clean and practiced, efficient and purposeful. Very Deimos.
Noah’s eyes never left the smoke.
He watched the arc of water spill downward, a glinting ribbon against the gray-white sky. It struck the heart of the plumes. There was a hiss, faint at his height, and the smoke stuttered, thinning for a moment as steam curled back on itself.
Then the plumes thickened again, stubborn as a living thing, crawling upward as if offended by the interruption. Smoke continued to billow, dark and steady, the glow beneath it unchanged. Not much. Noah sent through the bond, edged with concern. His wings beat slower, heavier, holding him aloft as he studied the terrain again. It reacted but only briefly. Fire’s still active down there.
He angled slightly, catching the wind so the smoke drifted across his vision from another direction. Below them, the isles remained jagged and scarred, smoke rising from their wounds as if the land itself were burning from within. Noah tightened his circle, watchful, every sense tuned. We could try to help the waves with our wings. He suggested, wondering if between the two of them they had enough power to help the tide reach higher.
Noah’s eyes never left the smoke.
He watched the arc of water spill downward, a glinting ribbon against the gray-white sky. It struck the heart of the plumes. There was a hiss, faint at his height, and the smoke stuttered, thinning for a moment as steam curled back on itself.
Then the plumes thickened again, stubborn as a living thing, crawling upward as if offended by the interruption. Smoke continued to billow, dark and steady, the glow beneath it unchanged. Not much. Noah sent through the bond, edged with concern. His wings beat slower, heavier, holding him aloft as he studied the terrain again. It reacted but only briefly. Fire’s still active down there.
He angled slightly, catching the wind so the smoke drifted across his vision from another direction. Below them, the isles remained jagged and scarred, smoke rising from their wounds as if the land itself were burning from within. Noah tightened his circle, watchful, every sense tuned. We could try to help the waves with our wings. He suggested, wondering if between the two of them they had enough power to help the tide reach higher.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
