Noah Olson Memories sweet whispers are all that we'll have left So fall into these arms tonight and share this one last breath
In a land that was so different than what he had ever known, Noah was captivated. He moved along in his reindeer form, eyes wide taking in all that he could and ears rotating on the sides of his head to catch any sound of danger. His cloven hooves set into the loamy soil, still damp and warm from a morning rain. The feeling of grass and moss and softened, moist dirt between his toes was as different from the snow of Halo as the sun is to the moon. It was another world here, one he had barely begun to touch and explore. He followed the stream that turned to a river he and Deimos had travelled with. The sounds of spring and the dancing of creatures was alive and well around him, and it made his heart nearly flutter. If someone had told this hunter two years ago that he would be standing here, now, in a place like this, he would have laughed in their face. He would have mocked them for their foolhardy lies and their pipe dreams -- but now, here he was, standing in a meadow of a place so beautiful it put every painting Delphine had ever created for him to shame. Bring on the comets |
