Noah Noah occupied a table in the back. Spread out before him were several rubies, unrefined and varying in size. Among them were different strands of leather and braided cord, as well as some other shiny pieces of metal and trinkets. Noah leaned over the table and worked on braiding more thin strands of leather together. His face contorted in the controlled look of concentration, but the color in his cheeks and the way his jaw set against itself was a clear indication of his frustration. The man was not a crafter -- he was a hunter. So, trying to make jeweley (let alone jewelry someone would want to wear) was a difficult task for him. But he had learned that attending the coming ceremony necessitated having taken what he harvested from the Climb and turn it into something beautiful. Groaning, Noah set down the braided leather and took a shot of the whiskey he liked and leaned back in his chair. I was the knight in shining armour in your movie |
