Noah chose the flowers he thought would be most fitting for an offering. Beautiful and vibrant, he collected the wildflowers until his bouquet displayed a bit of each flower from the field. Sheathing his knife once more and standing, the hunter used a small piece of leather from his pocket to tie the flowers together. "Frey." He said, lifting the flowers up at the same time. Noah wasn't just picking these to be a centerpiece at his table. No one would be there to appreciate them, anyways. "Phoebe Steadman shared with me how Frey has helped her so much, and Frey has helped Halo, so it seems fitting to me." Of all things Noah was, he was really a helper. Rarely a leader, out in the front of the pack shouting commands and wielding his weapons. He was there to help. to lend a hand a give of his skills and knowledge and craft. It was what he did in life, and he was good at it.
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 |
