It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
Eira smelled it first. Despite the pouring rain and the roaring thunder, the griffin, with her keen senses, smelled the familiar scent of Luxere stew over the fire. She pulsed and pulled in Noah’s mind, echoing the rotating image of one thing: Cordelia.
Noah ran. His heavy, booted feet were too slow for the rapid pace of his heart. They had been gone in Halo for a few weeks. It was enough for Noah’s heart to nearly collapse in their absence, and knowing that she could be here, in their temporary Hollowed Grounds home, made everything within him shine and burst like the jubilee.
Noah gripped Vi’dore’s mane and slung himself up at a run while the beast trotted, and then they were off. The unicorn sprinted through the streets of the domiciles, unafraid of the mud and puddles and water. His cloven hooves were steady and sure, and his horned head ran level with his shoulders as he brought his bond mate home to his wife.
He opened the door and nearly had to wrestle through his two companions, both unicorn and griffin excited and happy to see the woman. Eira trilled and danced around the entryway, rain water and grime slinging over boots and coats, but she held no other care in the world. Vi’dore stayed on the covered porch area, but he stamped the ground and flung his great head around in celebration.
She was ho—she was here.
Noah didn’t even have time to take off his coat or his boots. Every atom, every cell, every fiber of his being pulled him to her. He gripped her around the waist, pulling her in to his sopping wet body, and he kissed her. Deeply and gently and beautifully and full of all the love he held for her he kissed her.
Noah ran. His heavy, booted feet were too slow for the rapid pace of his heart. They had been gone in Halo for a few weeks. It was enough for Noah’s heart to nearly collapse in their absence, and knowing that she could be here, in their temporary Hollowed Grounds home, made everything within him shine and burst like the jubilee.
Noah gripped Vi’dore’s mane and slung himself up at a run while the beast trotted, and then they were off. The unicorn sprinted through the streets of the domiciles, unafraid of the mud and puddles and water. His cloven hooves were steady and sure, and his horned head ran level with his shoulders as he brought his bond mate home to his wife.
He opened the door and nearly had to wrestle through his two companions, both unicorn and griffin excited and happy to see the woman. Eira trilled and danced around the entryway, rain water and grime slinging over boots and coats, but she held no other care in the world. Vi’dore stayed on the covered porch area, but he stamped the ground and flung his great head around in celebration.
She was ho—she was here.
Noah didn’t even have time to take off his coat or his boots. Every atom, every cell, every fiber of his being pulled him to her. He gripped her around the waist, pulling her in to his sopping wet body, and he kissed her. Deeply and gently and beautifully and full of all the love he held for her he kissed her.
