Solemn in many ways, Noah didn’t have the energy to keep up any small talk. It gave him more appreciation for the merking, because he knew his friend did not need him to hold up conversation as they traveled. Both men were comfortable with the silence and didn’t feel the need to use useless words. Noah kept his eyes scanning and moving, keenly keeping himself aware to any unsettling purple glowing.
”That’s a good idea.” Noah agreed, eyes flicking around asthey he walked along. He was interested in how the river moved now, high above the banks, compared to how it was before (which Noah only knew from books and the tales of others). The red of the waters was interesting, and Noah couldn’t help but trail his fingers along the wall of water as they traveled. When he pulled his fingers out again, the tips were stained a slight hue of scarlet. He made a light hmm of interest and made to remember to write that down in his journal at a later point.
”That’s a good idea.” Noah agreed, eyes flicking around as
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