I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He waited, as he so often did, in his residual nonchalance, in the modicum of calm, justifiable patience. There was a lot of information to consider, to parse through, and the world wasn’t done yet. Not with the way things alternated – where his suspicions ran deep and cold, calculating and immersed, because he’d been a witness to too many events that scaled great heights and carved illustrious measures. The Voice bringing souls back had seemed a wondrous thing, and he’d been content for a moment too – arms open wide for Kiada to come rushing in. But behind the generosity he presumed there were other manipulations at stake – the earth and realm pawns, the gestures underhanded and consuming.
His companions stilled, muscles tensed, and his gaze went away from the sky, and back to the hunter, cutting wildflowers. The answer from the hunter wasn’t immediate, processing, considering, and the General only arched a brow as the response was finally forthcoming. It’d been enough, at least, for Noah. So he nodded, and the Sword’s eyes went to the ground, amongst the long grass and sprigs, the fertile plains so vivid, so green, so untouched by all their hands for centuries. “Do you have one you favor?” A head tilt; light curiosity and nothing more – no judgement stringing along the neutral tone. Then he began to wind his way back towards Zuriel, checking over her packs, and the young peryton maneuvered alongside.
His companions stilled, muscles tensed, and his gaze went away from the sky, and back to the hunter, cutting wildflowers. The answer from the hunter wasn’t immediate, processing, considering, and the General only arched a brow as the response was finally forthcoming. It’d been enough, at least, for Noah. So he nodded, and the Sword’s eyes went to the ground, amongst the long grass and sprigs, the fertile plains so vivid, so green, so untouched by all their hands for centuries. “Do you have one you favor?” A head tilt; light curiosity and nothing more – no judgement stringing along the neutral tone. Then he began to wind his way back towards Zuriel, checking over her packs, and the young peryton maneuvered alongside.
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