the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
The path they moved on through the city was starting to dwindle with activity. It was nearly evening, and most people were finding their way back to their homes and families and looking forward to warm meals to fill their bellies. "You're a magic user, then, an abandoned?" He had never liked the term for them, even now as he spoke it and looked over towards Glas. He had always hated referring to Weaver as abandoned, knowing that it was not her identity. "I'm an attuned. A reindeer." He shrugged a little bit, "It really has its perks in this cold."
As Glas continued talking about his attack, Noah listened without interrupting. He had known of the attack, faintly, but never the details. His stomach rolled over and tightened as Glas described what had happened. "That's a horrible thing for a child to go through. I'm sorry, Glas. That should not have happened." He reached out to grasp the younger man's shoulder, and give a squeeze. "I am thankful that my encounter with them was not as personal..." Noah had killed the cannibal from so far away that the hunter had not even seen his face. Part of him, in this moment, hoped that it was one of the bastards that staged this attack on the Westfalls. At least then he could have some relief from the fact that he had murdered someone.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
