NOAH
When Zavien showed clear interest in his children, Noah beamed. His chest swelled slightly and one could say he stood a little taller. His smile broadened across his features and wrinkled the corners of his twinkling glacier eyes. "Twelve this year. Frey aged them from infancy to adolescence a few short years ago." Noah said, head turning to see if he could spot them in the crowd. Alas, the twins were gone too far into the bodega to be seen from this vantage point on their way to find something to eat.
"What brings you out this way?" Noah had assumed that Zavien had fled Stormbreak all those months ago. He understood what it was like to be a refugee, having been dethroned and banned from his homeland once. All before Vi took him in. But as soon as Morgan had died and Neron had run away in disgrace of her murder, the demigod went back to Halo. He was sure Zavien wanted to return home, but wasn't sure if there was something totally keeping him from it.
He didn't have much knowledge of how Stormbreak was, after all, in the wake of Dahlia's claws.
"What brings you out this way?" Noah had assumed that Zavien had fled Stormbreak all those months ago. He understood what it was like to be a refugee, having been dethroned and banned from his homeland once. All before Vi took him in. But as soon as Morgan had died and Neron had run away in disgrace of her murder, the demigod went back to Halo. He was sure Zavien wanted to return home, but wasn't sure if there was something totally keeping him from it.
He didn't have much knowledge of how Stormbreak was, after all, in the wake of Dahlia's claws.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
