Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
The frustration wore off as Noah focused on his work. Heat rose in his cheeks, the slight embarrassment at what could only be interpreted as an Olson hissy fit, hitting him. Clearing his throat as the last of the white, celestial light dissipated from his form, Noah stood. Satisfied with the amount of dew that filled it, the hunter set to put a cap on it.
The blink hares might have taken him by surprise if Noah hadn't lived in King's End for several seasons. Having been a vagabond here, alongside Deimos and Cordelia, after the ascended attacked the Citadel gave him the knowledge of these lands. "Don't you two stir up any Daemons now." He gruffed, trying to sound as playful as he could, though the ffrustation and sleep deprivation altered his ability to control the tone of his tongue.
Noah puts a lid on his jar and warns Deimos and Evie
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
