The storm raged around them, and within their shelters they were all asleep and nestled in warmly. Their constructions were holding up, and it was enough for them to survive. They were nothing compared to the buildings they all once dwelt in during Halo's long winter, but they were safe. Even with the shelter keeping him safe from the cold, Noah still chose to keep himself wrapped in the thick fur of the polar bear. He was curled up tight, deeply asleep, when he suddenly stirred.
Unafraid, but instantly awake, the bear lifted his head. He was not mistaken in hearing his own name spoken aloud, but as he looked around neither Deimos nor Cordelia had entered his shelter to disturb his slumber. Noah rose then, his steps hastened toward the door. Eira stirred then, grumbling some as her bonded left the shelter. Concerned at this, she took off after him. There was no hesitation in either body -- Noah moved towards the invisible tether that came with his name, and Eira after her bondmate. The snow and wind were harsh, and even as indomitable as he was in this form, it still took him time to find the source of the call -- whisper -- beckon. Despite the darkness, Noah could see clearly the figure ahead of him. Unfamiliar, yet familiar, Noah stepped onto the grass as a man. He let a shudder of a breath escape, eyes full of reverence lifting to the figure. He was speechless as he stood before the one who called him, eyes searching for an answer on his face.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
