acloudism

"The two of us together again, there's nothing we can't do!" Amon exclaimed, wind blowing in his hair, the salt of the air filling his lung. Standing on that boat, no longer constricted by his mask, no longer having to hide who he really was, he felt, free freer then he ever had before. "Yes, Noatak," his brother answered. He was not concerned at all by the tone of his brother's voice, his mind still processing all that had happened within the day. It took a second for him to realize that he had been called his true name, "Noatak," the word felt alien yet welcoming on his tongue, "Hmm," and he smiled, for as quant as it was it felt right, a