Recent content by Noi

Noi looked around briefly at the other guardians, orange brows raising up in confusion. She tried to wave a hand but the tone of the melisma had a slight fissure, the pattern shifting into a sharp sphere surrounded by spiky diagonals instead of the original soft organic form it had taken a...

Well, maybe Noi had wanted that particular knife. Clearly, it was more favored for a reason. Nonetheless, Noi trotted around Solomon's son to grab the other dagger. She held it with both her hands, raising it high over her head. She looked at the bandaged priest, its flail dragging along the...

There would be no need for killing. The young guardian turned to where she felt the tingle, seeing a restless one begin to make their way towards them. Noi would have pitied the one who walked again. It looked miserable, with a jangly shuffle that had its bones grinding against each other...

Everything was as quiet as it was inside Noi's head. With many steps, she managed to keep stride with Villam without having him to change his pace to better suit her shorter legs. She could walk very fast when she wanted to and luckily for her, Hruugen did not move with much speed as they made...

She held onto Roki's hand tightly; her touch was surprisingly chilled when there should have been warmth. It was not cold and icy enough to cause alarm, but it was a temperature that was subdued until it was firmly in the middle. Noi felt his pride, and she also felt some pride in what they had...

Through Guardian Hruugen, Noi could understand everything. What he heard and said were all brought back to her attention, albeit with some delay. Many of the guardians before her could use telepathy with everyone; skin contact wasn't needed. She looked at each Guardian as they spoke, considering...

She might not have seen the collision, but she could feel it. Roki was successful, and therefore, Noi had her knife. The first thing she needed to do was done. She took hold of his staff and bristled, feeling a pair of eyes watching her before disappearing altogether. These eyes did not come...

Noi was in the deserts, like Guardian Demia centuries before her, who went to the desert people to help with a drought. Guardian Demia was right: the sun burned her skin, making it itchy and flaky. Noi didn't have the time to make the salve that would protect her red (redder than that monkey boy...

The eyes were right: he quickly administered aid with a few truths to settle his heart. Sometimes, an ally was needed, especially when a secret was as heavy as this, and Noi did not have strong arms. Another pair could help her carry this burden. While Roki slunk around, finding the knife that...

Noi held out a hand not yet encumbered with communicating, eyes clear with expectancy. [I need a knife.] She repeated to the red and yellow monkey with the gold eyes, who found humor in small things. [I need to go to the port.] She pointed in the direction to where boats would be. Noi...

The centipede crawled to the edge of her hand and fell to the ground because it was a bug and had no brain. Noi liked bugs because of this— they were quieter creatures compared to those surrounding her. Noi broke eye contact, looking down to see a bit foot crush the centipede. Bye bye, Roderick...

Noi blinked up at the monkey. Vibrant and dazzling was his costume, well put together with small details creating a bigger picture. She was certain the colors were done on purpose because everyone knew that yellow and red monkeys looked more like a faded orange or just a brighter sort of brown...

The first step to getting a knife was to first get a mask. Russet hair and short stature did little to place Noi out of the ordinary from behind. The peculiar structure of her face matched with the red hair and petite body together is what made her known as the Guardian of Silence. At least...

“She’s just staring at the wall. It’s weird.” “I think the weirdest thing is her being in Valenntenia. The last three before her always made sure to leave.” “What’s weird is how we’re just watching her. C’mon, let’s go. Sylvia’s gonna lose it when we’re late again.” As the trio of young women...

Foxes didn’t think like people. Noi knew that. Every creature was different. Her goat, Wintergreen, for instance, thought very little of the sky until it rained and cared more about the ground unless it rained and then it worried about the sky. Noi cared equally for the sky and earth very...