It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
Watching his son find success was more fulfilling than most of the accolades Noah held in his own life. Better and higher than his own efforts. Watching the light brim and feel his arms wrap about his waist. He felt closer now to his own father than he ever had when he was alive, looking out at his son as he worked through his bow skills. Sighing greatly, Noah called on, ”That’s ok. There’s more time to practice tomorrow.” Noah said.
Clapping his son on the back, Noah offered him a broad grin before he helped him collect his arrows. ”Has your mother talked to you about meeting at the Academy?” Noah asked conversationally. ”We were thinking of having you and Margot assessed to see if we can pinpoint your abilities.”
Clapping his son on the back, Noah offered him a broad grin before he helped him collect his arrows. ”Has your mother talked to you about meeting at the Academy?” Noah asked conversationally. ”We were thinking of having you and Margot assessed to see if we can pinpoint your abilities.”
