WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @theoneandonlysemla, @unironicallytes, @dirty-bosmer, @devilrose, @nuwanders, and @pinessydr over the last far too many weeks, thank you all! I tag you all back as well as @nostalgic-breton-girl, @illumiera, and @criticallybad.
It’s been a long time since I had something suitable to share… so long, in fact, that I’ve fallen in love with yet another niche gnome—picture me setting Noole on a shelf beside Billiver, Nireed, and Arnistolientar.
Some context: this takes place several years post-WotR in Isanna’s Shattered Star-to-tabletop!WotR worldstate, and her beloved Magnimar now has a monument to her, both out of pride for her ascension and accomplishments and as a way for her to give back to her home city. A longer snippet as a treat as it’s been a while! Isanna POV under the cut~
Upon realizing that his frantic scrambling had led him to Seerspring Garden, Noole was struck by a flash of desperate inspiration, and his bounding strides took on new purpose as he directed them toward the western edge of the park. The monument of the angel—archon? all the heavenly sorts were the same to him—whose company he had occasionally enjoyed in her mortal life was his goal and, if his gambit went according to plan, his salvation. Relief in the form of soft yellow and blue light washed over him as he darted between the young trees that marked the meditative space even as his pursuers’ footfalls sounded ever closer. Too busy fumbling for one of his throwing knives to spare the sculpture a glance, he quickly closed the distance to its marble base, turned around, and pressed his back against it, offering his far-too-eager audience what he hoped was a dashing smile as he brandished his rapier. It was as pretty and poetic a place to die as any, he decided, if it came to that. “Isanna,” he cried, hurling the knife at his closest assailant and cursing when it flew over the man’s shoulder, “if you can really hear me in there, I could use a little help!” The light from the monument shone more brightly golden, and when he glanced upward, he saw that the whole thing—at least, all of Isanna—was aglow with a radiant shimmer before the night became as bright as the noonday sun and he needed to shield his eyes.
