I write sins, not tragedies
Whether or not Noah should or should not have, his brief show of empathy reassures the Wraith that despite what people call her, not everyone thinks she’s a total monster. A (relative) stranger’s goodwill is enough to soothe her burns; she will remember this moment and Noah’s kindness well into the future.
Sometimes it really is the little things.
And then they’re on to a safer topic. She wrinkles her nose a little. “Not much. The fire cleared away a lot of the undergrowth and the grass and young plants are doing okay. It’s more that if I were from King’s End, I’d want to return to Kings End. They were trapped in that lightning storm for Gods know how long. Don’t even know if they’re okay.” A brief pause. “We haven’t found any dead unicorns, so I assume they’re okay, but…”
She shrugs, feeling a bit useless. As a demigod, she has many strengths but natural world has always been reserved for the Attuned.
Sometimes it really is the little things.
And then they’re on to a safer topic. She wrinkles her nose a little. “Not much. The fire cleared away a lot of the undergrowth and the grass and young plants are doing okay. It’s more that if I were from King’s End, I’d want to return to Kings End. They were trapped in that lightning storm for Gods know how long. Don’t even know if they’re okay.” A brief pause. “We haven’t found any dead unicorns, so I assume they’re okay, but…”
She shrugs, feeling a bit useless. As a demigod, she has many strengths but natural world has always been reserved for the Attuned.
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