Noah kept his eyes on his lanterns for a long while, and only let them scan to other lanterns and other patrons of the festival when Deimos approached him. He gave the Warden a solemn nod, his eyes heavy with the grief of the memories welled up within him from the nature of this time of year. May Ludo bring you one. Noah hoped in a whisper over the attuned bond, a statement and a prayer meant only for Deimos.
Fox approached then, and Noah offered him the same solemn nod. ”Thank you.” He said, his audible voice the same tone and pitch that his mental voice had been over the attuned bond to his brother. Over Fox’s shoulder, however, Noah witnessed something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Sunjata, hand in hand, with Hotaru.
the sentinel of the north
i've never been the type to turn my back and run
