will heaven step in?
As the man inspects the lighthouse, he is totally unaware of the escapades of father and son out on the waves. Had he been aware, he might have felt it warm his heart and relived the memories of his own father keeping watch over his play and exploration. Alas, he was totally involved in his own exploration of the structure before him. The wind picked up around him, watching the hem of his loose clothing and rattling them against his body. It was so opposite of Halo, and it still surprised him. He did not flinch like he did on the tundra when the wind picked up -- instead, he turned some into the hefty breeze and let it pull wildly at his hair.
A sigh, something content, left his nostrils as a waving, white bundle of fabric caught his eye. Glacier eyes turned just in time for the shirt to be lifted off the ground from the wind--and smack right into his belly. "Huh," The hunter grunted lightly as he grabbed the shirt, turning it over in his hands as he looked out. The sun blazed down on him and, despite one hand lifting to his forehead to help shield his vision from the harsh light, he could not see anything around him. With no evidence of the owner, or a place to return to shirt to, Noah simply shrugged and stuffed it in the pack draped over his shoulder. The hunter then turned, heading back towards the docks and shops of Torchline.
-FINISHED
will it save us from our sin?
