will heaven step in?
Sensing a presence with his deep attuned notions, Noah listened through the trickling of rain to decipher if he needed to act. There was a pause in footsteps as another shriek raked itself across the sky with the flash of lightning, and the Sentinel turned. Even beneath the hood, he recognized her immediately. Her fiery hair was unmistakable, as well as the presence of her dragon who seemed to be carving their way forward. The demigoddess clutched a bag, and Noah wondered if she too was here to place an offering.
”Hello, Melita.” He returned her greeting, a polite smile curving over his features. As she stepped towards the Mathair tree, Noah’s wonder turned into solid fact. She must be here to give an offering. Taking the time to step closer himself, he reached down into the inside pockets of his cloak and pulled his offering out. Noah knelt despite the rain soaking through wool and leather. He set down small, sun-bleached animal bones, abundle of spicy tea comprised of clove and cinnamon, a promise of warmth against thinning light, and finally, he laid several bright griffin feathers beside them. Then he let his eyes trail to the fiery haired woman again.
”Hello, Melita.” He returned her greeting, a polite smile curving over his features. As she stepped towards the Mathair tree, Noah’s wonder turned into solid fact. She must be here to give an offering. Taking the time to step closer himself, he reached down into the inside pockets of his cloak and pulled his offering out. Noah knelt despite the rain soaking through wool and leather. He set down small, sun-bleached animal bones, abundle of spicy tea comprised of clove and cinnamon, a promise of warmth against thinning light, and finally, he laid several bright griffin feathers beside them. Then he let his eyes trail to the fiery haired woman again.
will it save us from our sin?
