I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
While the basilisk hadn't noticed the ancient when he bumped into the tree, he did catch his scent as he moved on following the hoofprints. The basilisk hissed slightly and his great blue eyes shifted to find the boy. A familiar scent filled the hunter's senses after the identifying scent dissipated as he opened his wide jaws, massive fangs glinting in the forest light. It wasn't quite fear, but it was close. Trepidation, perhaps? Hmm. Well.
Noah wasn't a cruel man.
His senses pulsed and he downsized to his normal stature, staying silently in place for a while. He didn't want to run off after the ancient, but he was interested in what he was doing out here in the Oerwood. But Noah would do what he was here to do first. Taking the flask from his belt and the pouch from beside it, Noah knelt down to the ground.
He moved leaves and stones until he was down at the bare dirt, and then he took his pouch and emptied its contents in a sprinkling motion. Then, he watered from the flask on top of it. "For you, Ghilio." He whispered, barely above the sound of his breath.
Noah wasn't a cruel man.
His senses pulsed and he downsized to his normal stature, staying silently in place for a while. He didn't want to run off after the ancient, but he was interested in what he was doing out here in the Oerwood. But Noah would do what he was here to do first. Taking the flask from his belt and the pouch from beside it, Noah knelt down to the ground.
He moved leaves and stones until he was down at the bare dirt, and then he took his pouch and emptied its contents in a sprinkling motion. Then, he watered from the flask on top of it. "For you, Ghilio." He whispered, barely above the sound of his breath.
NOAH
