Weaver did not have to twist Noah's arm to get him to agree to hunting with her. It was interesting, however, to be out on a hunting expedition that had been given from a god. Noah had not convened much with the gods, outside from when he became an Attuned. That happened when he was a child, so long ago, that he can hardly remember it. His parents had never been religious, and so while he learned a few things about the gods, Noah really did not know much. He displayed that when he had met Phoebe on the beach, not knowing who Frey was. The gods seemed to be appearing more in the lives of the people who knew, though, and wondered if that would be a necessity in his life, too. He wasn't sure he was entirely faithless, it was merely out of ignorance of personal relationship or conversation with the deities.
Despite that, Noah still wanted to help Weaver. Helping was in his blood. hunting luxere in the Fangs was something Noah knew about, but his last endeavor had been null. He met Wessex that day, but he had not brought home one of the deer-like creatures like he wanted to. But, he at least had an idea of where he might find some, having tracked the herd for hours before failing. The wind had not been on his side that day. "Well, I'll look forward to that." He said, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He was glad that Weaver had opened the Kraai, because it fulfilled part of--what he guessed--had been a goal for her for quite a while. They had spoken about it. "I think we could try heading east. I tracked a small luxere herd there a few months ago." He gestured toward where he was talking about, and altered his course. "If you need only to slay it, how do you want to go about this? Do you want me to try and cripple one enough for you to lay a killing blow, or do you want me to use my reindeer form to herd them your way?" Of course, these plans only worked if the pair actually found some luxere. noah olson |
