Deimos, it seemed, did not have anything to say about Frey. Noah did not press the issue - Deimos had been forthcoming with him the entirety of their relationship, despite its newness, and Noah appreciated that. If Deimos had something to say about the herald, he was sure that it would be shared. "Will she mind if I tie this up there?" Noah asked, gesturing to Zuriel and her pack that Deimos had placed on her. He had observed the unicorn to be quite a proud creature, and he had enough respect for her to ask before he placed the bundle of flowers.
Eira, returned from her frolicking through the fields and her exploration, glided toward the pair of men again. She chirped and trilled, flashes of Zuriel appearing in Noah's mind. The hunter's eyebrows knit together with confusion, and he looked to the griffin. Why was she projecting images of the unicorn to him? Eira landed just before Noah, and as her back paws hit the ground, Zuriel lifted her head and called out. Oh Noah thought, turning to look out towards where the dark mare looked. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, in curiosity, and he took a step forward, the rolling thoughts taking over his mind again. "Maybe they know what lifted the storm." Noah wondered aloud, glacier eyes looking to the side for a moment at Zuriel. What would the mare do?
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 |
