"Right." Noah sighed, deflating even more. "My fear was that I would be perceived in such a way that I was oppressing the people to follow and pledge loyalty to Vi." Even if he wasn't. Even if, in his opinion, it was the right answer. Noah had found power and belonging and acceptance and all manner of other things -- purpose -- in the arms of the god. Even if he thought everyone should follow him, too, Noah wasn't going to push. His own wife still sought Frey, for gods sake. Noah breathed out again, but not a sigh. He was strengthened by Deimos' words and insight, and he appreciated the Sword for viewing him in such objective terms.
Noah loosened the steel around his hold of the attuned bond, letting the gratitude flow from from the cracked door and towards the warden.
At the question of leadership, however, Noah sucked his teeth. "Dantalion." Noah said, though it was accompanied by a shrug and a head shake. Noah had only met the ancient once, and their encounter had not left him as the impressive one. "At least, that is what I understand from the talks of the locals and his presence at the meeting in King's End." Noah tilted his head some, the crack in the attuned bond offering another vulnerability. "When Vi called to me he stood before a shrine for the ancients' goddess."
Noah loosened the steel around his hold of the attuned bond, letting the gratitude flow from from the cracked door and towards the warden.
At the question of leadership, however, Noah sucked his teeth. "Dantalion." Noah said, though it was accompanied by a shrug and a head shake. Noah had only met the ancient once, and their encounter had not left him as the impressive one. "At least, that is what I understand from the talks of the locals and his presence at the meeting in King's End." Noah tilted his head some, the crack in the attuned bond offering another vulnerability. "When Vi called to me he stood before a shrine for the ancients' goddess."
the forsaken
before we falter again wake to this night
