Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah’s brow furrowed faintly at the name, the sound of the distant wailing wind carrying through the silence between them as he searched his memory for it. The Grounds had never truly been his home, not the way Halo was, and many of its older stories still felt foreign to him even after all these years.
"I haven’t," he admitted, the corner of his mouth tugging slightly in quiet interest. "Can’t say I know many old Grounder tales."
The hunter shifted again near the fire, lowering himself onto a broad piece of split wood near the edge of the warmth. The movement was unhurried, deliberate, his attention staying on Sohalia as she stroked beneath Anani’s chin. Another distant groan rolled somewhere far out across the tundra, like grief swallowed by snow.
Noah glanced briefly toward the darkness before looking back to her, one arm resting loosely across his knee. "Go on, then," he said. "I’m listening."
FIN
"I haven’t," he admitted, the corner of his mouth tugging slightly in quiet interest. "Can’t say I know many old Grounder tales."
The hunter shifted again near the fire, lowering himself onto a broad piece of split wood near the edge of the warmth. The movement was unhurried, deliberate, his attention staying on Sohalia as she stroked beneath Anani’s chin. Another distant groan rolled somewhere far out across the tundra, like grief swallowed by snow.
Noah glanced briefly toward the darkness before looking back to her, one arm resting loosely across his knee. "Go on, then," he said. "I’m listening."
FIN
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
