Across the tundra lumbered a polar bear and above him glided a griffon. Despite the cold that wrapped around them, the sun flashing brilliantly across the sky and causing ice and snow to glitter was a clear sign of the Flowerbirth season that was upon them now. Having been unable to travel too far from the Citadel for the past season, Noah took this chance to head toward the shrine on the Sea of Glass.
Once there, the bear took a moment to survey the area. Giant shards of glass rose in the distance — a memory of the battle that took place so many months ago. The bear sighed, remembering it all like it had only been a day ago. The world changed so fast that it was almost like he could no longer grasp time itself. Everything muddled together and the days were harder and harder to differentiate. The gryphon chirped and landed beside the bear, her white head rubbing against thick white fur in a reassuring way. The bear shifted its weight then, and in a moment the man crouched where the bear had been. Untying a parcel from the griffin’s back, Noah spoke simple words into the air, ”Vi, hear me.”
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
