swirling in disarray

The Forsaken

You see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be

Knelt down as he was, Noah suddenly surged upwards when the winged shadow flickered over the water. His heart skipped a half a beat as the very-feline and very-winged creature’s shadow made him think Remi had come to the Citadel. When his eyes lifted to the creature, however, it was not Remi he saw. So he swelled with power. Within him celestial energy stirred and he readied himself for a defense.

All of that was cut short, however, when a vaguely familiar voice entered his mind. Asra? He asked, brows knitting together. His voice across the attuned bond carried the length of his confusion, wondering why the woman was here. He didn’t know the nomadic nature she held—the Forsaken had believed she was a member of the Hollowed Grounds community when she came to help with the repairs in the infirmary.

It’s whatever caused those tangle weed to hurt as they did. Noah said to her, memories of the day pressing in his mind. The meteors that fell over Longnight, and the one that more recently fell in Torchline.

Now you know me and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am

Noah