will heaven step in?
Another low moan of thunder rolled through the trees, less a crash now than a lingering grief in the sky. Noah let Melita’s question settle for a moment before answering, the rain continuing its steady fall around them. Water gathered along the edges of his cloak and dripped from the tips of his hair, and he moved back some to both shake it off and give the Mathair the respectful distance she deserved. “Yeah.” he said at first, simple and honest, a smile touching his lips for the briefest of moments at the admission.
His gaze drifted briefly toward the forest beyond the Mathair’s great roots, as though the answer might be written somewhere among the shifting leaves and dim grey haze. Living. It had sounded almost too easy when Vi said it. After years of purpose shaped like duty and vigilance, the word had felt vast and ungraspable. Bu he had told the god he would. So he did. “I am.” he confirmed, voice calm despite the way the lightning and the rain and the thunder and all of its wailing made his skin prickle.
He lifted one shoulder in a faint shrug, the movement easy, unburdened in a way it hadn’t always been. “Part of it’s the shifts.” Noah said “When Vi made me an attuned again he did not leave me powerless. He blessed me with many shifts. I’ve got more than just the polar bear and the griffin now.” More than he had before he became a demigod, even. Some the same, some new. Despte his lack of magic, his lack of healing, the shifts filled him so fully he didn’t feel much of a void from what he lost. There were parts, yes, that felt hard and empty, but most of him was full to the brim with gratitude for Vi’s grace despite his shortcomings that it evened out. His eyes flicked briefly to the feathers he’d left at the roots, rain-darkened.
His gaze drifted briefly toward the forest beyond the Mathair’s great roots, as though the answer might be written somewhere among the shifting leaves and dim grey haze. Living. It had sounded almost too easy when Vi said it. After years of purpose shaped like duty and vigilance, the word had felt vast and ungraspable. Bu he had told the god he would. So he did. “I am.” he confirmed, voice calm despite the way the lightning and the rain and the thunder and all of its wailing made his skin prickle.
He lifted one shoulder in a faint shrug, the movement easy, unburdened in a way it hadn’t always been. “Part of it’s the shifts.” Noah said “When Vi made me an attuned again he did not leave me powerless. He blessed me with many shifts. I’ve got more than just the polar bear and the griffin now.” More than he had before he became a demigod, even. Some the same, some new. Despte his lack of magic, his lack of healing, the shifts filled him so fully he didn’t feel much of a void from what he lost. There were parts, yes, that felt hard and empty, but most of him was full to the brim with gratitude for Vi’s grace despite his shortcomings that it evened out. His eyes flicked briefly to the feathers he’d left at the roots, rain-darkened.
will it save us from our sin?
