Noah followed after Deimos, keeping stride with the General as he spoke. Noah nodded, hands lifting to find his pockets. He felt a little more at ease here the longer they spent in the new, strange land. So far, nothing seemed to point toward any danger. "You are right." He agreed, nodding again as if to solidify the statement in his own heart. Deimos was right. Noah shared both sides of the coin in this world. He was both predator and prey, hunter and hunted. He knew very few other attuned who shared this with him. Eira trotted after the pair of men, her long tail waving high above her like a banner. She purred and rubbed against Noah's leg, looking up towards him with a blood stained beak. He smiled down at her, letting the warmth of her golden eyes settle his mind down. "So, what happened to the storm that blocked this place off before?" Noah asked, going back to the conversation he cut off before. Glacier eyes moved from Eira to Deimos, brows lifting some. He wanted to apologize for leaving the topic before, but decided against it. Deimos had given him all of the peace of mind he needed already, and had moved on gracefully.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
