Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah stayed quiet as the other two speculated. He could not think of much else to say after his eyes fell on what he doubted so heavily. There, in the middle of Halo, was a tree. the hunter closed the distance to the tree quickly, but not rushed. His eyebrows knit together in wonder and curiosity as he crouched before the small spectacle. Glacier eyes moved up and down the trunk, surveying all of what it was. Carefully, with gloved hands, Noah reached up. Before he could touch the bark, he pulled his hand back and took the glove off. He wanted to feel it with his own fingers, skin to bark, to be sure that it was real. He finally reached out and touched it.
His heart skipped a beat when the tree giggled under his touch. "A firling." He breathed, barely a whisper, surprised. Sah did the same and the tree reacted the same. Noah smiled, just barely, as he reached out and touched the firling again.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
