While normally not a prideful man, Noah felt warmth spread through his chest as Morgan agreed to place the Greenhouse where he --and Aisha -- had suggested. Morgan had always heard Noah, and trusted his word, but it was a nice feeling deep within him every time it happened. When he had satisfaction in his work, he felt he was moving towards his purpose, and that brought him peace.
The Warden laid out what needed to happen, and the warmth that spread through Noah's chest turned cold as he moved his eyes to the farmer. The hunter frowned for a moment as the weight of his title fell on his shoulders. While in office the man usually had others come to him for help or was used as a middle man to help settle disputes -- but Noah had never had to change someone's mind like he would need to do today. Taking in a deep breath and summoning all of the courage within him, he set out to speak to his fellow Halovian.
"Hey," his voice was smooth as he closed the distance to the chicken farmer, and lowered his body into a crouch, "Arnold, right?" Noah recognized the farmer from the old, dingy bar in Halo that most people frequented before the construction of the Kraai. The older man grumbled in response, holding his chicken a little tighter. "We're going to construct a Greenhouse, you know." Noah tried to make it seem as though he wasn't uncomfortable with this situation by keeping his face soft and his eyebrows slightly raised. "But we can't do that with your flock living here. I know that there is some room over by Chulane's ningo farm, and he would be glad to accommodate your chickens. How's that sound?"
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 |
