will heaven step in?
The longma inclined his head at her applause. As she turned to gather herself and her companions, Noah held the form for a moment longer, watching and listening to the way the storm threatened to circle back. Then he shifted. The change folded inward this time, scales drawing away as bone and muscle reshaped. When Noah stood again in his own skin, rain clung to him just the same, his cloak heavy but familiar.
“Safe travels, Melita.” he called after her, voice steady over the hush of rainfall. He watched her go, her form slipping into the undergrowth, before turning back to the Mathair’s tree. The disturbance they’d made was minor, but it lingered all the same. there were broken branches, scattered nettles, signs of movement too careless for a place like this. Noah stepped forward, crouching to gather what had been displaced. He worked methodically, returning brush to where it had been, pressing earth back into place with quiet care.
It wasn’t about perfection, just respect for the goddess who resided in the wood. When he finished, he stepped back once more, giving the tree its space again, leaving behind only the offerings, and the steady fall of rain.
FIN
“Safe travels, Melita.” he called after her, voice steady over the hush of rainfall. He watched her go, her form slipping into the undergrowth, before turning back to the Mathair’s tree. The disturbance they’d made was minor, but it lingered all the same. there were broken branches, scattered nettles, signs of movement too careless for a place like this. Noah stepped forward, crouching to gather what had been displaced. He worked methodically, returning brush to where it had been, pressing earth back into place with quiet care.
It wasn’t about perfection, just respect for the goddess who resided in the wood. When he finished, he stepped back once more, giving the tree its space again, leaving behind only the offerings, and the steady fall of rain.
FIN
will it save us from our sin?
