NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah regarded Deimos' offer with a mental nod, a thankful wave pulsing towards the hybrid. He was thankful for Deimos -- everything that Noah had been losing, and Deimos was the steadiness at his side that he needed. He believed their relationship would continue to strengthen, and their loyalties tie tightly together for many season to come. Noah, once loyal, once brought to trust, took quite a lot to rid of. Even Morgan had to turn against her own people for him to break his ties to her.
As the lynx and griffon destroyed their own gourds, the sound of those that the warlord sent flying made Eira's mood lighten with humor and delight. She softened Noah, pressing up against his mental walls and fortresses, tending carefully to his heart. She was a blessing to him, a softness to his soul he did not know he needed. Even though she could fight at his side with a ferocity that put many predators to shame, she had a kindness to her that Noah's soul needed. Frey knew.
As the hunter swatted scattered, broken pieces of gourd flesh and hide from his wake, a larger pumpkin rustled the undergrowth to his left.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
