NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Despite the pain, Noah made his way to a secluded part of the coast by means of compass and magic. He was pale as he pulled himself in against a tree, the shade covering him and keeping his place as private as he could manage. He took in a sharp breath as he pulled in his injured leg, his face running pale. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to lay down and sleep, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. He knew the Sword had to be around somewhere, surely tracked down by his griffin by now, and he had to wait for him.
There was so much to share, and an apology to offer, and healing to ask for.
In the distance he heard Eira screech and felt the light touch of her over his soul reaching out for him. He knew that leaving the companion behind was the best -- that she would have found Deimos and brought him to Noah when he arrived back.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
