Noah had not expected there to be so much build up. He was not familiar with the way the sea's salt made its way into the air and then clung on to anything it could. It made the floor a sticky mess that could not just be swept up (and he was still amazed as he ran his mop and broom over the area that he hadn't noticed this before), but he and his team worked diligently. The youngsters that had attempted to drown each other in the sudsy water they used to clean the outside even put their noses to the grindstone and impressed the Forsaken.
Ready for the next task, after Noah and his team put away their tools, the demigod shrugged a bit. "I'll work on planting the flowers." Because although Noah had grown up in the harshest terrain of settled lands, since the greenhouse had come to fruition the hunter had learned the valuable skills of planting and tending to plants. How hard were flowers?
Noah plants!
Ready for the next task, after Noah and his team put away their tools, the demigod shrugged a bit. "I'll work on planting the flowers." Because although Noah had grown up in the harshest terrain of settled lands, since the greenhouse had come to fruition the hunter had learned the valuable skills of planting and tending to plants. How hard were flowers?
Noah plants!
the forsaken
