As the two men moved over towards the workshop portion of the space, Noah nodded in response to Sunjata's answer. "I'll have to keep it on my schedule, then." He was sure Cordelia would not be in any state to travel to King's End this late in her pregnancy, so whether or not he stayed long would be determined then.
The glass blower finished the first of the two commissions Vi's demigod asked for, and Noah looked to the Flood. "This, I had made for you. Deepfrost tradition and all." Noah said, pointing to the work of art before the two demigods. It was an intricately made, hollow dome, about the size of Noah's palm. Colors twisted and rolled together--deep blues and bright white and finally a lightning bolt of yellow down through the middle. "He said it goes over a candle." Noah said.
The glass blower finished the first of the two commissions Vi's demigod asked for, and Noah looked to the Flood. "This, I had made for you. Deepfrost tradition and all." Noah said, pointing to the work of art before the two demigods. It was an intricately made, hollow dome, about the size of Noah's palm. Colors twisted and rolled together--deep blues and bright white and finally a lightning bolt of yellow down through the middle. "He said it goes over a candle." Noah said.
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the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
