Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Although they had only had one day of realy interaction, Noah liked Phoebe. She remained kind and curious, and Noah could not help but smile a little more around her. If he frequented Torchline more often, or her Halo, he was certain they could be close friends. "The Monster Hunter's Guild." Noah responded. It seemed fitting for his background, at least, for him to join a type of hunting organization. When asked about Delphine, he smiled a little more. "Delphine Mountrose." He rembered that Phoebe was an outlander herself, but he never learned where she originally came from They moved on to the more pressing matter for the hunter. The gods. He sipped as Phoebe talked, listening closely to each word and taking it in as if he was an avid student. Well, he felt he was starting to become one. He had recently been asking anyone he could about their knowledge and interactions with the gods. Having lived a life before of not seeming interested in them, too caught up in himself and his work for his people, he was not surprised the gods did not want to give him their time -- nevertheless, it was still frustrating. "That might be part of my problem...I just don't know about them individually. I haven't prayed specifically for a god at a shrine, I have just called out to any of them. The last time, I was visited by a woman with a luxere head...I'm not yet sure if that was another attuned playing a trick on me or if it was a spirit. I was too furstrated to find out." Noah sighed. "Can you tell me what it took for you to have Frey call you friend?" |
