Despite the thick mist that covered this land, the stars above were easy to see. Noah made his way deep into the Frostfields, protected by his sentinel’s coat, on the back of Vi’dore. The unicorn’s massive, cloven hooves crunched into the snow beneath him and his breath came out in large, warm clouds that mimicked the puffs made form his bondmate’s breathing. Noah stroked the creature’s neck when they came to the place they needed to be. Sliding down from the unicorn’s back, Noah scratched his withers before taking the vial of dark, murky liquid from his chest pocket.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
