NOAH
He traversed the hills and rolling plains in the form of reindeer, ease filling him as he moved back towards their shelter. The snow crunched under his cloven hooves, and, like so many days lately, the sun was high overhead and glaringly bright. It made the snow glitter beautifully, but it cast long shadows across the hills. Noah's own shadow stretched and stretched, appearing twice as tall and wide as he was as he trotted through the snow. He lifted his head, scenting the air and grunting some, eyes scanning around as he moved forward. He thought he might catch sight of Cordelia. Well, he more than thought. He hoped. He let his mind wander over the attuned bond, hoping to catch her mind.
Cordelia
Cordelia
I want trees instead of gravestones
nothing to confess
nothing to confess
