Noah
Noah listened as Sah explained the loss of his own loved ones. Noah's eyes softened on his friend as he rolled the details of his life before Caido. There was a fond smile that just barely touched the edge of Noah's lips as Sah finished. "Have you ever made a lantern for them for the festival of lights?" He wasn't sure if their souls could be touched by Mort, or if Ludo knew of them in any capacity, but to honor their memory in the home he was in now was important.
Noah reached over and clasped his hand supportively to Sah's shoulder. "After my parents and my sister passed, I made lanterns for them for a long time. But the heralds weren't here, and eventually more and more people stopped making lanterns. It was like we had better things to do. But when the barrier broke and the heralds returned to us, we started again. I am going to make a lantern this year to honor all of the loved ones I have lost."
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
