will heaven step in?
Noah could have been completely content to sit here with Lucianna and work in silence. Her presence was enough company to keep his mind from lingering too much on Weaver, or on Korbin. The hunter whittled away at the wood in his hands, working to carve as carefully as he could. The wood was softer than he expected, and the carving came easily enough, and he knew if he did not treat this project with careful tenderness it would end badly -- and he had given away his back up.
When the woman spoke, Noah's eyes moved towards her. At her question, the man shrugged gently. "A lot of my life has been about survival rather than worship. I hadn't had an experience with the gods outside of my attuning until the portal opened." Glacier eyes moved back down to his work, turning the small doll over in his palm. "I've decided I need to give the gods more attention than I have before."
FIN
will it save us from our sin?
