”No.” Noah said, standing up straight again and wiping his hands on his pants, the dust falling around him in a cloud. ”I was just trying to examine this,” he gestured out to the clearing, ”to see if anything could be planted here.”
Vi’dore shifted and snorted some, taking a few steps towards the Ancient to reach his muzzle out and sniff. Noah didn’t say anything as the unicorn greeted the stranger, but lifted his hand to run it down the muscular length of his neck.








