[se] with a sense of poise and rationality

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

Noah did agree that Henry was a great man. Even with the darkness that stayed in his eyes from the aftermath of Longnight, the hunter still appreciated the grounder. He would be happy to see the light he saw in his eyes at the Kraai return, the joy bright and wonder clear from when he had asked Noah, a complete stranger, to take him out and teach him to hunt.

Wessex handed him his tools and Noah set to work. He used the claw end of the hammer to pull nails from boards. He placed them each in the pouch she gave. Most eyes easy to pull, sliding cleanly through the wood. Some, though, were tough. Bent or broken from the abuse the house took. He pried at the hard ones, but those whose heads were long lost he left alone. Prying off boards with broken off nails inside wasn't so hard -- he had done it when the reconstructed in the Citadel after the Eirachi attack. Noah remembered the destruction of that day like it was yesterday, and he was sure he would not forget it. The people of the Hollowed Grounds faced such destruction and death and turmoil year after year.

Noah listened well while he pulled nails from boards, even though he moved further away from the demigoddess along the roof. "Do you think you have eradicated them?"

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson