The Sentinel of the North
You see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
Noah had never dealt with this much mud in Halo in his life. Memory snow, sure, but not memory mud. Not to this extent. There had been times when the spring had given them a random, bright thaw that gave way to the sentient nuisance before, but this was nearly overwhelming in the way it seeped into his everyday this season. All you wanted I could be
With a sigh, Noah dismounted, boots slipping slightly in the muck and the slush. He secured his luxere to his steady mount and began to help Amhran. His breath puffed as he approached the closest luxere, a steady old doe whose flank trembled beneath a heavy smattering of sludge. He laid a hand against her neck, grounding both of them. He moved from luxere to horse to luxere, fingers aching with cold, gloves stained dark.
Noah helps clean the mud from the luxere/horses, while using his compulsion to keep the luxere steady as he comes to them.
Now you know me and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
And I wanna tell you who I am
Noah
