There doesn't appear to be any more sword parts here in the grass! Just the one, which could either be a good sign or a bad one depending on how active his imagination is. The metal itself begins to warm under his palm, seemingly thrumming to live in a heartbeat without rhythm.
A tether once cut feels whole once more in his chest, weak but definitely real. Pulling, desperately tugging and beckoning Noah to come locate the source. Somewhere to his left, deep within the dark forest of trees.
[Noah's imagination is very active, thank you! He's freaking the Fuck out, clutching that sundial close to his heart like maybe he'll hear Clamor's voice. Though, because Noah is So Good at repressing his emotions, he tries not to let it show physically, even if he's alone.
He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]
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A tether once cut feels whole once more in his chest, weak but definitely real. Pulling, desperately tugging and beckoning Noah to come locate the source. Somewhere to his left, deep within the dark forest of trees.
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He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]