when the light bends to shatter a soul
Noah nodded his head at Amhran’s confirmation. It felt simpler than most things he was asked to do. Simpler, but no less important. "Sounds good." He glanced around the greenhouse, considering the rows of thriving plants and the filtered light pressing faintly through the storm-darkened glass. After a moment, he stepped toward a spot not far from the sunflowers Amhran had been tending. It was close enough to warmth and light, but not crowded.
Setting the pot down carefully, Noah adjusted it slightly, making sure it was in the "right" place in his opinion. Then he turned back, finding the labels Amhran had mentioned and securing one, he scrawled his name and star magnolia, for Safrin with steady, deliberate strokes before pressing the marker into the soil. Finally, he straightened and looked to Amhran, a faint, genuine smile breaking through the usual, glacial restraint. “Thank you.” he said simply, reaching out to shake Amhran's hand, should the demigod allow him to do so. “For the guidance and the patience.”
FIN
Setting the pot down carefully, Noah adjusted it slightly, making sure it was in the "right" place in his opinion. Then he turned back, finding the labels Amhran had mentioned and securing one, he scrawled his name and star magnolia, for Safrin with steady, deliberate strokes before pressing the marker into the soil. Finally, he straightened and looked to Amhran, a faint, genuine smile breaking through the usual, glacial restraint. “Thank you.” he said simply, reaching out to shake Amhran's hand, should the demigod allow him to do so. “For the guidance and the patience.”
FIN
Noah
we feel the toll
