Up close, Lyra resolved into something different than the wary silhouette he had first seen. Her eyes were striking, an intense, vivid blue that caught what little light there was and held it. “My name is Noah,” he extended his hand, but followed her gaze briefly to the flats around them, to the mirrored sky trembling under the breeze. The Sea of Dreams stretched on in all directions, pale and patient. “I can sit for a while,” he added. “There’s nothing else calling me just now.” He smiled, gently, and nodded as if agreeing with himself and making the final decision to stay for a bit with the stranger, the motion small but sincere.
He shifted his weight and moved toward the edge of her makeshift camp, careful where he stepped, before lowering himself to sit on a stretch of dry salt just beyond the thin water’s reach. As he did he noticed that it looked more like a stake out spot rather than a proper camp. His eyes turned to her, curious rather than suspicious. “Why are you out here alone?” he asked. He settled his hands loosely against his knees, sentinel instincts still humming quietly beneath the surface.
He shifted his weight and moved toward the edge of her makeshift camp, careful where he stepped, before lowering himself to sit on a stretch of dry salt just beyond the thin water’s reach. As he did he noticed that it looked more like a stake out spot rather than a proper camp. His eyes turned to her, curious rather than suspicious. “Why are you out here alone?” he asked. He settled his hands loosely against his knees, sentinel instincts still humming quietly beneath the surface.
Noah
I am no longer a stone
I can't walk into the shadows alone
I can't walk into the shadows alone
