Darkness pulls in on every side in a way that was too dark not to notice. He could feel it, as if the darkness was tangible around him. It brushed against his shoulders and over Eira's back, the world falling silent with the blackness. Before him stood Vi, despite it. Radiant and holding all of his attention. Noah's brows knit together and his forehead wrinkled at it all. Vi was choosing him? What was Noah to say? He had followed Frey after learning about the god from Phoebe. Noah was no devout follower of Vi. He hadn't studied him or sought after him at shrines or prayed out to him in times of danger or praise. Despite having the memory solidified in his mind now of his attunement, Noah had all but ignored the deity throughout his life.
Yet, he was still seen. Known. Regarded. "There is an honor in this I feel I do not deserve." The hunter spoke honestly, and with a steady voice. His breathing had steadied out, strength returned to him, and he knew it was because of the eyes that looked his way. There was no hiding who he was when this god standing before him could see into his very core, into his soul, and had before upon attunement. If Vi saw light in him, a light that the god could use to do exactly what Noah truly wanted in life -- to protect, to shelter, to hold steady those he loved -- then he would press on in his name. "I will."
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
