NOAH
"I do!" Noah said brightly. He held up his hand to gesture he would be right back, and for her to wait for him. Quickly, Noah turned and trotted for his little makeshift cabin. He stepped inside and rummaged for a moment before trotting back towards Cordelia, making sure not to slip and fall in the ice. Wrapped in a section of cloth, Noah handed the parcel to her. "I made it so that you would feel a little more at home. A piece of Halo, with you in King's End." He cross his arms some, hugging his torso as he waited for her to unwrap it, expectantly.
Inside the woman would find a windchime made of tangled brambles, fishing twine, and pieces of glass that he had salvaged from the burned, sand-filled targets that he and Deimos had trained with. Hanging from the tangled bramble was the glass and dried, bright red berries that he had gathered. "I tried to make it like the ones that we hang from houses during the winter."
I want trees instead of gravestones
nothing to confess
nothing to confess
