Back in the Oerwood, to explore for places to lay his vial beneath Safrin's stars, Noah stood at the edge of a tropical crevasse. The waterfall pounded and roared over white-washed stone, drowning out all other sounds. Even the near-constant thrum of wildlife, the everlasting trills and calls of birds. It was all gone beneath the overwhelming power of the waterfall. Noah let his gaze roam over all of it, drinking in the way the sun glinted and sparked against the running, roaring water. his breathing was even and steady, but his ears poked through his tied back hair as that of a polar bear. He needed the keener senses with the way the waterfall drowned everything else out.
It was marvelous. Everything in this place was cut and carved straight from majesty. Every breath Noah uttered was full of reverence for the gods that impregnated the land with such majesty. Taking a step forward, still careful to stay a safe distance from the edge, Noah crouched and rested his forearms on his knees. He sucked in a deep and long breath, as if he could hold each particle of this place within his chest and keep it forever.
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
