NOAH
I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone
My eyes have come undone
The world was ever churning and the Sentinel could feel tension rising in the air as the season of war approached. He ventured away from his home very little these days, trying to keep everyone organized and together. He couldn't afford any casualties of his people, and being away from them made the bile from his stomach rise in his throat as anticipation and anxiety floated through his veins. He kept silent as he ventured to the Feverlands, even with Cordelia alongside him. He held the lantern he had crafted with her the night before so tightly to his chest that his knuckles showed white.
Finally, upon arrival to the festival, Noah let his eyes wander. His face was stoic, his mind and heart shielded from the bond of those attuned around him, and he placed his lantern carefully, before tugging at Cordelia's sleeve and settling near Lena. "I'm glad to see you safe." He whispered to her, knowing what had happened in Stormbreak just recently.
Noah has made a lantern for Korbin
If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one
Let it be the only one
