Noah appeared in skies unfathomably far from THE Hallowed Demesne, surrounded by the nine women of the Dora Shath'yar.
He was turning over the words of THE Queen Regnant as he arrived, the talk of Those Who Remain, the lineage older than the oldest things, the insistence that anyone True was no longer alone. He shook his head at the memory of it. He was himself. He had clawed his way up from nothing with no inheritance handed to him by anyone, no ancient bloodline, no faction at his back, and whatever the Queen had felt looking at his eye, he was not in the habit of accepting a heritage just because a powerful being insisted he had one. He was himself, with no connection to another, and that had always been enough!
