Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
There weren't even a handful of other Halovians that would open their mouths, let alone open their homes, to an outlander. The possibility of them starting some sort of fight, stealing, or ruining what life the Halovian had here was too high in the opinion of most of his wintry kin. Noah did not want to be naive, but he also did not want to be as cold and stiff as the others here. Why shouldn't his kindness and his servitude extend to outlanders in need? At first when the portals opened, Noah was a little bitter of the outlanders presence here. Their traipsing around had changed the normal patterns of some of the game he tracked, and it made him work harder, but Noah would be damned if he did not feed hungry children standing right in front of him. Nodding, Noah led the woman and children and bird toward his home. He had to keep his pace intentional, as for the children not to fall too far behind him as they traveled through the Citadel. "Where are you guys from?" Noah asked, his tone casual as they walked. |
