when the light bends to shatter a soul
Noah nodded once at the instruction, committing it to memory the same way he would a trail or a set of tracks in fresh snow. He reached for another handful of soil, letting it fall gently over the seeds rather than pressing it down. The instinct to pack it firm was there, something practical and survival-driven, but he resisted it.
Once the seeds were covered, he moved toward the shelves Amhran had indicated, scanning until he found the mulch. Thankfully it was labeled clearly enough for an idio--inexperienced gardener to find. He brought it back and spread it carefully across the surface with his large hands.
For a moment, he paused, looking down at the finished pot. It didn’t look like much. Noah glanced to Amhran before reaching for the watering can. Noah poured slowly, watching as the water soaked through the mulch and disappeared into the earth below. No magic. No divine intervention. Just time and care. “That’s it, then?' the Sentinel asked.
Once the seeds were covered, he moved toward the shelves Amhran had indicated, scanning until he found the mulch. Thankfully it was labeled clearly enough for an idio--inexperienced gardener to find. He brought it back and spread it carefully across the surface with his large hands.
For a moment, he paused, looking down at the finished pot. It didn’t look like much. Noah glanced to Amhran before reaching for the watering can. Noah poured slowly, watching as the water soaked through the mulch and disappeared into the earth below. No magic. No divine intervention. Just time and care. “That’s it, then?' the Sentinel asked.
Noah
we feel the toll
