Noah kept to the higher currents as Deimos plunged and rose again, the Bakunawa’s speed sending another series of waves crashing against the crag. From above, he could see the effect more clearly now: where water struck in force, the fire retreated, breaking into smaller, less confident tongues, the smoke losing some of its dense cohesion as steam thickened in its place.
At the mention of Tanau, his brow would have furrowed if his griffin form allowed it. The name moved inside his head like an unsettled echo. A muddy spring, an overcorrection of seasons, a god nudging the world back into balance. It felt like Caido, surely, and he could accept warmth, rain, even strange weather patterns bleeding into Halo. But open flame, sustained on bare stone, clinging stubbornly in the face of the sea? That made his hackles raise.
In Caido, intent so often meant will, whether it be divine, monstrous, or mortal, it was usually deliberate all the same. Admittedly, though, Noah didn't know much about the longheat deity other than when he was awoken and discovered. Wiht that, the Sentinel had no other theories and sent such across the attuned bond.
Noah watched Deimos drive the sea forward again and felt a quiet, steady trust in the Sword’s persistence. Finally, the last licks of flames submitted to the warden's will. It's out.
At the mention of Tanau, his brow would have furrowed if his griffin form allowed it. The name moved inside his head like an unsettled echo. A muddy spring, an overcorrection of seasons, a god nudging the world back into balance. It felt like Caido, surely, and he could accept warmth, rain, even strange weather patterns bleeding into Halo. But open flame, sustained on bare stone, clinging stubbornly in the face of the sea? That made his hackles raise.
In Caido, intent so often meant will, whether it be divine, monstrous, or mortal, it was usually deliberate all the same. Admittedly, though, Noah didn't know much about the longheat deity other than when he was awoken and discovered. Wiht that, the Sentinel had no other theories and sent such across the attuned bond.
Noah watched Deimos drive the sea forward again and felt a quiet, steady trust in the Sword’s persistence. Finally, the last licks of flames submitted to the warden's will. It's out.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
