Feel it still

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies The Hunter sat before his god in silence for what seemed like too long. A quieter, more introspective man by nature, Noah took each word from his patron and held it tight. The thoughts rolled over each other in his mind like the waves on the Svaturis Bay, crashing and drifting and pulling and pushing. But among the waves, sea foam floated towards the shore. Noah nodded slowly, pieces coming together. Perhaps it wasn’t because Noah was a warrior. In fact, he had never really considered himself one until Vi had asked him to become his champion. Where once the god of life had called him to strike out the ascended from this world and draw his light over Caido’s citizens, he was asking him to continue to draw that light — in the way that he always had. Growing up on the tundra, bringing home game, keeping others alive and well. Survival — thriving, peaceful, bursting hearts and minds. ”You’re right.” Noah said. Then, he swallowed a lump in his throat he wasn’t sure he was ready to dismiss, but it was blocking the next question. ”Halo is thriving, but I don’t think that is true for the rest of Caido. Vi, is there a place that needs my assistance — your light — more than the others?” An advisor could become a diplomat, right? Just as easily a poor hunter could become a demigod. [I would like to redeem my Mythical Companion birthday present in this thread!] Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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