Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
"Aw, fuck." Noah said, frowning somewhat. His fingers fumbled and somehow, the jar he had been holding to collect the dew fell to the ground. Thankfully the loamy soil was springy enough that the cylinder did not shatter, but he was still disappointed that he dropped his jar, and lost a substantial amount of his collected dew.
Growling a little, Noah couldn't help the flash of white, celestial energy that pulsed over his body as his frustrated emotions boiled and burned beneath his skin and activated his passive magic. He picked the jar back up and took in a deep, exasperated breath. Perhaps he hadn't gotten any sleep, which was worse than the little he thought he had accomplished. Blinking puffy, sleep deprived eyes that now pulsed a dimming white, Noah shook his head. "No, only fire and celestial." He said, letting a small gesture indicate to himself, as if Alys couldn't already tell by the energy flowing from him. Then, he set back to work collecting more dew before his own body could evaporate it.
Noah picks up his jar and continues -- pissed off.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
