[se] lay waste to the powers of fate

"That looks really good, Sah." Noah said as he got down from the step ladder. Creation magic was something that Noah would always be impressed by. "Vi's hair is a little longer, and his beard a little shorter." He smiled as he offered helpful critique to the abandoned. He wanted to statue to be perfect, and he knew Sah would want that as well. Grabbing more nails and another canvas, Noah moved the stepping stool to hang it up beside the first one.

"I'm not entirely sure. I wasn't there when it happened, I only saw the aftermath and its still being written. Her and Talyson had some other business to attend do, so they didn't stick around long after we were done cleaning up the medical wing." He gestured with his chin towards the wing in question. "I plan to write to them soon to see if there has been any change. I've never seen anything like that before." He drove in a few nails between words, balancing on the stool and keeping the canvas tucked under his arm until it was time to hang it. "There's been all sorts of weird things happening. Safrin leaving, the shooting stars during longnight, this weather, and now the weird plants."

the forsaken

your scars shine like dark stars
your wounds are where the light shines through