Noah
Don't the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out
Noah agreed, looking again at the speckled petals. "Pretty doesn’t mean harmless. Learned that one early." His tone was easy, but certain, with the kind of lessons earned outdoors rather than from books. He brushed loose soil from the rim of a pot with his thumb and reached for the next plant.While the rest of them peter out
He worked in a steady rhythm now: loosen, lift, check the roots, transfer. Each lily made the journey from bed to pot with less hesitation than the last. His big hands stayed careful despite their size, packing soil in gradually, pressing it down just enough to support without suffocating.
"New ground, new rules." he said, nodding at Amhran’s comparison. The last lily settled into place, and Noah added the final scoop of soil, tamping it gently. He straightened, rolling his shoulders, and surveyed the neat line of potted stargazers, pale blooms open and reaching even beneath glass towards Safrin's sky.
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around
Use that evidence, race it around
