Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
This longnight was the busiest the hunter had been in a while. For the majority of his life, Longnight looked like gathering with his family, or a few families, and huddling in the most warm and well-stocked house. To spend time together sharing stories and eating and drinking, forgetting the darkness and eternal cold just outside their doors. He was not used to this sort of action. Even when he had the entirety of Halo kept safe in the magical academy he had not been as busy as he is now. Between meetings of this nature and that, the new demigod had little time for himself.
Not that he really needed it. He had things to accomplish, after all. His life was no longer his own. Finding the directions rather easy, even with only the torchlight to guide him, Noah made his way towards Finn with ease. Like with Cian's office, Noah found the door open. "Finn," Noah greeted, tapping his knuckles on the doorframe gently to gather the man's attention before he entered. |
