I write sins, not tragedies
Whatever she was expecting Noah to say, it wasn’t the name of her younger Advisor. If he can see her face from down there, he might notice a brief flash of confusion, unsure what the two men have to do with each other, which quickly disappears as she decides it doesn’t matter. She likes Henry and she likes Noah. So. No protests from her.
“Ah Henry,” she repeats with a little nod. “Good kid - ah, no, man. Sometimes I still think of him as a kid, even though he’s proven himself quite capable.” Rambling and pulling up nails, the Queen actually doesn’t notice that Noah has shifted and is about to jump up onto the roof - it’s only the soft, dull thud of paws that spins her around to see what’s going on behind her. Watching his lynx shift with an appreciative eye, she waits for him to settle in his human form again before handing over her hammer and nail pouch.
“It’s… ah…”
Struggling to figure out how much she can trust Noah and how much is appropriate to tell him without taking advantage of what might best be called an acquaintanceship, she starts in on vague phrases and gestures that seem to paint a story all on their own.
“Ah Henry,” she repeats with a little nod. “Good kid - ah, no, man. Sometimes I still think of him as a kid, even though he’s proven himself quite capable.” Rambling and pulling up nails, the Queen actually doesn’t notice that Noah has shifted and is about to jump up onto the roof - it’s only the soft, dull thud of paws that spins her around to see what’s going on behind her. Watching his lynx shift with an appreciative eye, she waits for him to settle in his human form again before handing over her hammer and nail pouch.
“It’s… ah…”
Struggling to figure out how much she can trust Noah and how much is appropriate to tell him without taking advantage of what might best be called an acquaintanceship, she starts in on vague phrases and gestures that seem to paint a story all on their own.
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