Noah looked out towards the water again, and closed his eyes for a moment. From the other side of the spring, his spirit stag materialized. While it didn’t boast any healing powers, it was still a light-based magic. Noah sucked in a long breath through his nose as the sunlight stag stepped onto the water as if it were dry land. The stag danced atop the steaming pool, its great antlered head bobbing up and down as it pranced. ”There are going to be things that Cordelia and I aren’t going to be able to teach our children. I want you to be a part of our village.” He knew the pain. At least, he knew as close of a pain as one could get—but there was no comparing the loss of a mother. Nothing could replicate the despair of having a life that was knit together in your very body sent away to Mort’s realm.
