[se] are we all caged in?

NOAH

Noah did laugh when the woman said the ursur were lovely. Up close, they were impressive creatures. Their strength and might were nearly unmatched in the tundra, and they thrived as a top predator. But lovely was not the word he would choose for such creatures that aimed to take his life more times than he could count. "In Halo we say other things about them." His eyes sparked with a bit of jest, but it was clear to him the devotion the women held for the creatures in her stead.

"You could say that." Noah shrugged some, his face draped in humility. While he was not ashamed of his new title, of the role he would play in the world, it was odd for him to be treated any differently than others. In Halo, Noah was well known and well respected, but he had spent years earning all of that from the people he helped keep alive. For people--strangers--to have an awe of him made him feel twitchy and uncomfortable. He batted away another chiming bug as it danced around his shoulder, looking for a place to land. Eira, on the other hand, leapt and swatted at the whole swarm, mewling away like a kit.

Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground