Dry eyes in the pouring rain
"There's plenty of work to be done." Thankfully, Halo was more protected than Stormbreak. While they had a great deal of attacks to their home, and were invaded by all manner of violent species, Halo did not suffer in the same way as the skyward city. But it already looked better than when Noah and Zavien had planted the last rose to release the city from the shadow of Dahlia's grasp. The citizens had been doing work enough for it to be noticed by an outsider. "Since the imminent danger has passed, I was taking the time to come see this shrine and others for Vi and Safrin. I am building one in Halo specifically for them and I wanted to see how other parts of the world have showed them honor."
Turning to look back at the work that needed to be done, Noah let his eyes move further away from the statue of his chosen god to all the others. They were in the same stages of disrepair and neglect. "Do you have any tools handy for this? Like a broom, or..?" Noah asked the Caretaker, lifting a brow as he looked back in her direction.
