Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Having not seen the harpy since he lived in the Hollowed Grounds and together they worked to prepare against the floods of those seasons, Noah let his eyes move over to to take in anything new. No new scars, or anything drastic that he could notice, formed. His eyes rested on her horns for a moment before coming back down to her eyes, a small side-smile a greeting that he meant to show as peaceful.
”No one that I have heard of,” Noah said with a shake of his head, face showing the disappointment in that statement, ”but I’m hoping maybe I’d have more luck.” He said, trying to keep the tension lower than low between them, given their history. Years and years had done by, but the two of them had never talked about what had all gone on while mixed into the messy tangles of the war.
Adjusting his kneel so he was crouching on his heels, he then looked back to the water and trailed out along the edges of the pool. He tried to keep his eyes keen through the mist, looking for any flash of white or gold. ”Have you been up here often?” He asked.
”No one that I have heard of,” Noah said with a shake of his head, face showing the disappointment in that statement, ”but I’m hoping maybe I’d have more luck.” He said, trying to keep the tension lower than low between them, given their history. Years and years had done by, but the two of them had never talked about what had all gone on while mixed into the messy tangles of the war.
Adjusting his kneel so he was crouching on his heels, he then looked back to the water and trailed out along the edges of the pool. He tried to keep his eyes keen through the mist, looking for any flash of white or gold. ”Have you been up here often?” He asked.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
