Noah Noah's face, once warmed with a tinge of red from the frustration of trying to create intricate jewelry, now flashed a bit deeper pink with the recognition the young woman shared of who he was. Despite having been known for years now, and holding his title with a sense of duty and pride, it was still unusual for him that it be the first item of who was when inside the walls of the Citadel. For most of Halo, Noah was still the hunter who kept their bellies full or the advisor which made their requests known to wardens.
Without her specific introduction, Noah might not have pinned her down for who she was and what history she belonged to, though he might have suspected based on her name alone. But when it came to Hotaru's daughter leaving her mouth, Noah nodded. Yes, of course. Recognition bloomed behind Noah's eyes and he offered her a warmer smile than he would any typical stranger. The recognition continued to grow, too, when he reminded himself of the other half of her parentage. Remi. It was in her eyes that Noah could see both of them. "Are you in Halo visiting her?" He asked, even though it was clear she had also been searching for a Peter. Noah didn't have the details of her most recent business venture, after all. A waitress sauntered over towards their table and replaced Noah's empty whiskey glass with another, and eyed Flora up and down. What'll it be for you? Came the question, an almost bored tone echoing from beneath the words that matched her heavy-lidded eyes. Noah picked up the cords of leather again, giving Flora time to give an order if she had one. I was the knight in shining armour in your movie |
