[It brings with it shock, delight, deep discomfort — as he has never known divinity like this. The Noah within him roils, turning over in its black sleep like a great animal disturbed from oblivion, interest running electric paths straight through to the core of his soul. For a moment, Tyki loses control where he's passing through Highstorm's courtyard post-lunch; his hand lifts to his face to conceal a wide, monstrous grin.
Then it calms, simmering after like hot oil on sand.
Who are you? Tyki eventually manages to ask, now tucked into some dark alcove of the manor where he won't be overseen, the question quietened to more humane communication.]
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Then it calms, simmering after like hot oil on sand.
Who are you? Tyki eventually manages to ask, now tucked into some dark alcove of the manor where he won't be overseen, the question quietened to more humane communication.]