when the light bends to shatter a soul
When Amhran smiled, Noah was reminded just how young he was. While he was in a towering, lanky body and had some features of a man, there was a boy there. Just like Marcus. Someone who had not walked Caido for very long, still trying to figure out all of the moving pieces and parts around them. Noah knew, too, there was some deeper purpose for Amhran -- not that there wasn't for Marcus, or Margot, or Ravenna, or any other young adult in the world -- but being a demigod had a weight suspended over him that carried expectations of the divine. Admittedly, Noah did not know enough about Rae to know how heavy the weight above this particular demigod's head was. But from experience, there was enough to matter.
Taking the box, Noah let his gaze follow where Amhran gestured. There were so many varieties of pots and such that Noah remembered from transplanting the lilies, but he needed to find the one that would be just right for his new project. The Sentinel set the box of seeds down on a work station, still scattered with soil and a small spade, before going over and choosing his pot. He shifted through them meticulously, but not too slowly, before finding one that he thought would be deep enough for a tree's roots, even if it would only live there as just a sapling bush. Tucking it under one arm, Noah also grabbed the large bucket full of fertile soil by its handle and brought it over. He set the soil bucket down before the work bench, and placed the pot on the surface. He followed Amhran's instructions, using the spade and his hands to fill the pot nearly full. Then, he placed the seeds in as instructed, picking them carefully from the seed box. "Now I cover them? Or do I water them?" Noah's gaze flicked sideways towards Amhran, a brow lifted.
Taking the box, Noah let his gaze follow where Amhran gestured. There were so many varieties of pots and such that Noah remembered from transplanting the lilies, but he needed to find the one that would be just right for his new project. The Sentinel set the box of seeds down on a work station, still scattered with soil and a small spade, before going over and choosing his pot. He shifted through them meticulously, but not too slowly, before finding one that he thought would be deep enough for a tree's roots, even if it would only live there as just a sapling bush. Tucking it under one arm, Noah also grabbed the large bucket full of fertile soil by its handle and brought it over. He set the soil bucket down before the work bench, and placed the pot on the surface. He followed Amhran's instructions, using the spade and his hands to fill the pot nearly full. Then, he placed the seeds in as instructed, picking them carefully from the seed box. "Now I cover them? Or do I water them?" Noah's gaze flicked sideways towards Amhran, a brow lifted.
Noah
we feel the toll
