I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Traveling from the Citadel by compass, and then to the lodge by magic, was as easy to the hunter as breathing was. He had taken a moment in the Citadel to leave a note for Evie and Deimos, telling them of the Greatwood's cleansing as well as the interesting -- and dangerous -- ask to the Mathair from Flora. It still rattled his brain, but as he did not hold any position of authority in Halo's government, it had not been his place to directly confront the queen on it. Better use for Evie's talents, for Deimos' strategies.
Now, he focused on getting home to his wife and his children.
His boots crunched over the frosted arctic grass that covered the ground around the lodge. He moved quickly, not dressed for Halo in the moment but rather for the Greatwood. Pushing through the great wooden door, Noah brushed his boots off on the long runner and called out. "Margot, Marcus!" Within seconds of his voice ringing out, he could hear first his daughter's delicate but quick footsteps, followed by his son's more precise footfalls. He wrapped them each in a hug, answering their rapid fire questions about the Greatwood. He reassured them that everyone was safe, including Sah, and that he would be home soon. Giving them each another hug, he asked where their mother was.
Leaving his children to go back to what it was they were working on (school, it was probably school given the time of day), he set up to the private wing of the lodge to find his wife. When he did, they talked briefly enough to get details in. Noah suggested they head out together on the tundra for a hunt, and Cordelia agreed -- but first, a slight delay.
"Okay, let's head out." Noah said, finally stepping out of their room fully dressed and ready. The edges of his hair was still damp from sweat, but not enough to be concerned about on the tundra. They both kissed their children goodbye, gave them an approximation of their return time, and headed out into the Greenwing.
Finding luxere was easier these days as their breeding season peaked. What was difficult was tracking them and differentiating them from their void-touched bastardizations. The couple tracked a stag for quite some time, hoping the large creature would draw them to a herd of does. Leaning up against a tree to keep himself covered, Noah relayed over the attuned bond that the stag was stopped still. It flared its nostrils as white hot puffs of steamy breath left its nose. Cordelia stopped too, from where she was, and crouched at the base of the tree.
Now, he focused on getting home to his wife and his children.
His boots crunched over the frosted arctic grass that covered the ground around the lodge. He moved quickly, not dressed for Halo in the moment but rather for the Greatwood. Pushing through the great wooden door, Noah brushed his boots off on the long runner and called out. "Margot, Marcus!" Within seconds of his voice ringing out, he could hear first his daughter's delicate but quick footsteps, followed by his son's more precise footfalls. He wrapped them each in a hug, answering their rapid fire questions about the Greatwood. He reassured them that everyone was safe, including Sah, and that he would be home soon. Giving them each another hug, he asked where their mother was.
Leaving his children to go back to what it was they were working on (school, it was probably school given the time of day), he set up to the private wing of the lodge to find his wife. When he did, they talked briefly enough to get details in. Noah suggested they head out together on the tundra for a hunt, and Cordelia agreed -- but first, a slight delay.
"Okay, let's head out." Noah said, finally stepping out of their room fully dressed and ready. The edges of his hair was still damp from sweat, but not enough to be concerned about on the tundra. They both kissed their children goodbye, gave them an approximation of their return time, and headed out into the Greenwing.
Finding luxere was easier these days as their breeding season peaked. What was difficult was tracking them and differentiating them from their void-touched bastardizations. The couple tracked a stag for quite some time, hoping the large creature would draw them to a herd of does. Leaning up against a tree to keep himself covered, Noah relayed over the attuned bond that the stag was stopped still. It flared its nostrils as white hot puffs of steamy breath left its nose. Cordelia stopped too, from where she was, and crouched at the base of the tree.
NOAH
