"Deepfrost in Halo is like nothing else, I will guarantee you that." He chuckled some. "If Deepfrost here means a lot of snow, then it might look like our Flowerbirth. The name is misleading though, no flowers in Halo." He understood there to be flowers and plants and absolute amazing wondrous things that grew from the ground, but Halo was a frozen desert. Nothing grew there. Farmers were few and far between in Noah's life, and so when they stepped into the garden, the man smiled. Some in Halo were able to use magic to grow plants, some even sold them, but there were always expensive. All Noah was ever able to get was dried herbs used to season meat, and it was only through trading his best game. To be able to grow his own plants was a dream that man didn't even know he had.
Green was his favorite color, after all. He reached out to touch a leaf on a plant. Although it was dry and brittle and more familiar than he thought it would be, he enjoyed it. He took in a deep breath. Even though this was the season of death, Noah was still surrounded by more life than he had been ever in his home. "Will you be managing the farming?" He asked. When she brought up Loren, Noah nodded. He only knew the name of the outlander and his brother who had taken control of the council of Halo, and the man had yet to form an actual opinion about it. So far, their rule had not changed the course of his life or restricted him at all, and so they were merely a fact to him. "Halo will surely be grateful for it. Do you know what the council has offered to your people in return?" noah olson |
