“On that, we can agree.” His brow arched in her direction, with a sigh to match. They were similar in those ways: fully prepared to wage onslaughts when the time was necessary. The Forsaken was a different circumstance though, and hopefully the lecture had come through on a warning as well – none of them had the time or the patience to be dealing with Noah’s emotions and shortcomings when they were already legions of other things to navigate. While the demigod’s focus might’ve been on statures and limitations within the Grounds, the rest of the world had their sights lodged on the void creatures, the mysterious woman, and whatever else might become of the Starfall nonsense.
Shaking his head, he nearly made another comment, had he not heard loud wailing in the distance. Stopping his movement abruptly, his eyes scanned the horizon – finding the wraith nearby, curled and coiled near the embankment, openly sobbing. But he couldn’t remember a time where he’d heard them break through such veils and plains, and his gaze turned shrewd, narrowed, as he glanced over to Kiada.
Shaking his head, he nearly made another comment, had he not heard loud wailing in the distance. Stopping his movement abruptly, his eyes scanned the horizon – finding the wraith nearby, curled and coiled near the embankment, openly sobbing. But he couldn’t remember a time where he’d heard them break through such veils and plains, and his gaze turned shrewd, narrowed, as he glanced over to Kiada.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
