are there no fighters left here anymore?
are we the generation we've been waiting for?
are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Careful and diligent in the way he chose stones, it took Noah longer to do his part to fill the bag than it would have been were he a careless man. He wanted unmarred stones, with no shells or other pieces of coral fused onto them. He liked smooth, colorful stones and mostly chose them that fit in his palm perfectly. "Well, plan on coming over for some meals when we both get back. If we've both been gone, Delia and the twins will expect nothing else." He flashed a toothy grin to his friend, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes genuine.
"Yeah, he mentioned something off handed about going to one of the void infected lands to look for someone he knows. Another courier, I think? I'm not sure of the details, but I told him I would go." And threatened him not to go alone. He hoped Tal would heed that warning, since Noah also offered a hand.
"Yeah, he mentioned something off handed about going to one of the void infected lands to look for someone he knows. Another courier, I think? I'm not sure of the details, but I told him I would go." And threatened him not to go alone. He hoped Tal would heed that warning, since Noah also offered a hand.
the forsaken
or are we patiently burning
waiting to be saved?
waiting to be saved?
