who we are and all that we're trying to be
Finally, they seemed to be getting somewhere. Glancing from across the waves, his eyes narrowed, studying as the flames appeared to whimper, and Noah gave further confirmation. All right. I will keep going. With a nod of his massive head, he returned to the sea, the roll of his frame going downwards, below, into the fathoms and depths.
On this interval, he opted to gain speed, twisting and turning to achieve better angles as he coiled and contorted, then sprung upwards, rising, rising, rising, then breaking over the surface. The wave from this movement was a tidal undulation – sweeping towards the fire, the crag itself, and the rocky surface with potent, laced power. Spray shot towards smoke and fumes, and then he intentionally crashed back down, creating a second burst of hasty currents towards the rush of infernos.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
