NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
"I understand. I will ask Vi about her, when I see him next. I'm in a place where I feel like I know so little. I know it is an accomplishment...I am just bewildered that I am who was chosen." Noah glanced sideways at Deimos, the underlying message of his words clear: he wasn't sure why he was chosen, when there were other candidates with much richer histories with the gods than he -- like Deimos. Noah still felt unqualified. When he lingered on it too long, it all felt daunting to him.
He knew he could not let the worry of it all bury him. He had to press on through it.
Noah crouched near the shrine and laid out his offerings, watching as Deimos' bowl filled the space on the altar. "I plan to call on Frey. They gave me a quest when we were still in Halo, and I have finally finished."
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
