The Living That Are Bound! V

Noah sat alone on the sands.

His back straight. Shoulders still. Eyes fixed on the slow rhythm of the mist-veiled tide.

The others had already begun to move, Ruination drifting like a crimson whisper through the haze, Moiraine a celestial blade glowing faintly.

Yet Noah remained as he was.

Still.

Watching.

The sea lapped in distant silence, but the air around him was dense. It carried the weight of loss.

And beside that loss... the soft sound of a Foldless One's stunned eyes.

Moiraine.

She stared at Amelia Osmont with parted lips, her eyes wide. Her form stiffened when she heard the words from Amelia's mouth referring to the Early Creature, Sir Osmont, as her Son!

"Moiraine, right?" Amelia's voice was kind and direct as she walked over. "Where are you from?"

A casual question.

As if she were merely a mother... meeting a woman her son had brought home.