He didn’t rub in what he had pointed out. He didn’t give any more explanation or reasoning, either, as her self-shrinking laugh left her lips and echoed out around them. While his face stayed a glacial neutral, his thoughts whirled and wondered if she really even knew where she was — or where she had come from. Maybe she didn’t know the ships had existed.
”I wasn’t really headed any where in particular. Traveling some just to continue to get the lay of the lands beneath me. Since the war there are so many new things Rae has given us.” Noah gave her a sideways glance. ”I have a quest, and part of it is to leave something out beneath the stars. Scouting for the best place for that.”
AS they walked, Noah looked to her again, the horns glinting and gleaming in the light that filtered between the canopy of trees and the blanket of light mists. ”Did you, uh, wake up in King’s End?” He knew the ancients — at least most of them — to have been in a stasis slumber for decades and decades.
”I wasn’t really headed any where in particular. Traveling some just to continue to get the lay of the lands beneath me. Since the war there are so many new things Rae has given us.” Noah gave her a sideways glance. ”I have a quest, and part of it is to leave something out beneath the stars. Scouting for the best place for that.”
AS they walked, Noah looked to her again, the horns glinting and gleaming in the light that filtered between the canopy of trees and the blanket of light mists. ”Did you, uh, wake up in King’s End?” He knew the ancients — at least most of them — to have been in a stasis slumber for decades and decades.
noah olson
the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
