Noah
Don't the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out
There was part of Noah that would never be amazed at how different each region of Caido was. Despite having lived in this world his entire life, unlike the outlanders, he still held a wonder within him that he hoped would never fade. He was feeling it now, that wonder, as he walked along sand rather than snow, with spear in hand ready to decimate any void-critters along his way. Alerted by something ahead, Noah paused for a moment.While the rest of them peter out
"Melita?" Noah asked, pausing to use his hand to act as a visor against the sun bearing down on him. Once he was confident that the wild red hair did in fact belong to the Honeybee, Noah closed more distance between them. "What are you doing?" He asked, dropped to a crouch on the other side of her. His eyes flicked briefly to her companions, and he made sure to soften his body some as to not cause the dragon nor the gourd concern against him.
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around
Use that evidence, race it around
