Moving away from the Hollowed Grounds in the form of a massive basilisk didn’t take as long as it would on his natural legs. While it was still no simple feat, Noah did not think much about it. He was scouting another place to leave his vial to the stars of the night, for Safrin to pour herself into it and prepare it as a part of his magic. The Oerwoud seemed a place that the starlit herald would touch, and so Noah made his way there.
Finding himself at a bridge that certainly would not hold him as a commanding reptile, Noah shrunk down to himself. He stood at the edge and inspected for a long time before stepping into the first plank. The bridge groaned beneath his weight, and his breath hitched in his throat. Was this going to hold him? Remembering his compass in his pocket, and confidence building in that, Noah took another step out, and then another, and another.
Finding himself at a bridge that certainly would not hold him as a commanding reptile, Noah shrunk down to himself. He stood at the edge and inspected for a long time before stepping into the first plank. The bridge groaned beneath his weight, and his breath hitched in his throat. Was this going to hold him? Remembering his compass in his pocket, and confidence building in that, Noah took another step out, and then another, and another.
noah olson
the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
