Feel it still

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies There is no flash of light or warmth that fills the area of the shrine, at least not outwardly. Vi’s presence is firm and strong and full of every ounce of warmth and light the sun brings. The Sentinel felt him just as he had the day the god asked him to be his anointed, and a smile broadened on his lips. ”It’s been too long.” He said, though he did not begrudge the god at all for his busy-ness. He had duties to perform and fill, a world to help keep balanced. ”I’m so glad you came to me.” He opened his eyes and let his hand lift up the rose carved, ursur-hilt knife for the god to see it is meant for him. Noah leaned back, looking to the shrine as the placeholder for his patron. ”The world seems to be thriving. A rebirth in the aftermath of war.” He shifted some. ”Even I am celebrating in the peace — we, my wife, Cordelia is due to deliver twins any day.” Noah’s voice was full of joy and pride, but the worry clung like ice to each word. ”But I worry for them.” Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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