Noah won't see it, but the Temple sits up and pays attention. The thunder purrs overhead and dormice peep from their hideyholes in the crevices of the stone. Snoozing flowers turn their faces to a sun not yet risen, and the earth takes a breath.
"And not a moment too soon."
If the Forsaken had been expecting tearful reunions with his deity or to be lavished with praise and forgiveness, he will be sorely disappointed. Mercurial as the night and with trouble creasing his eyes, Vi stands before the man he made half a god and bids him rise.
"I need not tell you that the Grounds are far from healed. I hope that now you have seen it you will see fit to stay, not out of duty but out of choice." Regardless, though, Noah has completed the work set out for him, and he will find himself free to roam once more.
"And not a moment too soon."
If the Forsaken had been expecting tearful reunions with his deity or to be lavished with praise and forgiveness, he will be sorely disappointed. Mercurial as the night and with trouble creasing his eyes, Vi stands before the man he made half a god and bids him rise.
"I need not tell you that the Grounds are far from healed. I hope that now you have seen it you will see fit to stay, not out of duty but out of choice." Regardless, though, Noah has completed the work set out for him, and he will find himself free to roam once more.
VI
