As Weaver finished up her luxere, he motioned to start their journey with an extension of his arm. Weaver would be best to walk in front of him, so that her luxere would be between them. Noah would have his on his back, and the woman would be dragging hers on a sled. Noah would be able to watch more carefully from the rear, and wolves would be less likely to try and poach off of her sled if it was between them rather than behind them.
He chuckled some at her, the usual tone of teasing rolling from his chest. Weaver must he so used to it at this point in their lives. "Can't stand to scare people off anymore, unless you really mean it?" The scythe had never been such an odd thing in Halo. He assumed the rest of the world might not understand the need to be armed at all times like Halovians did. Even within the Citadel there were dangers around the bend that were unpredictable. "I haven't been to a Shrine since I attuned." He noted, pulling his pack tighter across his back and holding the straps as they walked. The luxere was heavy on his back, and he would sleep sound tonight, but he was used to the weight. "What do you think about the gods?" Noah was starting to embrace the idea of the gods being involved in their lives more and more as he interacted with the outlanders and the other regions of Caido. But, above the opinions of others, Noah held Weaver in high esteem. noah olson |
