when the light bends to shatter a soul
Rain hammered down from the sky, but by the time it reached the glass panes of the greenhouse roof each drop had turned to a mix of snow and ice. The storm howled across the Citadel, the sky screaming in long, ragged peals of thunder that rolled endlessly over Halo’s frozen walls. Noah pulled the door open and stepped inside, bringing with him a gust of cold air and the smell of iron.
Warmth lingered here, humid but stubborn. Moist earth and green life softened the harshness of Halo beyond the glass. The Sentinel lifted the snow-damp cloak from his shoulders, suddenly making him appear in the greenhouse. Deimos’ magic still wove through the fabric, keeping him unseen and also dry. He let out a breath as he turned from the coat hook, eyes moving slowly across the rows of plants. Growing things in Halo had always felt like a quiet miracle to him.
He was here to find the one Halovian he thought could help him with this particular task from Safrin than any other — the Raeling that spent arguably more time here than anywhere else. His boots thudded softly against the greenhouse floor as he moved deeper inside, scanning the space until his voice finally broke the low hiss of rain overhead. "Amhran?" The demigod’s name carried easily in the humid air. "I’m looking for a little help. I need to grow something." Noah said as his eyes finally fell on the demigod.
Warmth lingered here, humid but stubborn. Moist earth and green life softened the harshness of Halo beyond the glass. The Sentinel lifted the snow-damp cloak from his shoulders, suddenly making him appear in the greenhouse. Deimos’ magic still wove through the fabric, keeping him unseen and also dry. He let out a breath as he turned from the coat hook, eyes moving slowly across the rows of plants. Growing things in Halo had always felt like a quiet miracle to him.
He was here to find the one Halovian he thought could help him with this particular task from Safrin than any other — the Raeling that spent arguably more time here than anywhere else. His boots thudded softly against the greenhouse floor as he moved deeper inside, scanning the space until his voice finally broke the low hiss of rain overhead. "Amhran?" The demigod’s name carried easily in the humid air. "I’m looking for a little help. I need to grow something." Noah said as his eyes finally fell on the demigod.
Noah
we feel the toll
