Noah
we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us
while our shadows keeps watching us
No stranger to the hard work of construction, especially in the last year, Noah seemed to move with skill and precision. Alongside Deimos and Darkeye, the platform began to take shape and Noah couldn't help the small spark of pride from welling in his chest. Lately that spark was more easily ignited than before, especially when the fruits of labor were very easily and readily seen.
Then, all hell broke loose. Well, at least some hell. Noah lifted his head mid-hammer strike and, like the cleric, he smiled. He had to restrain a guffaw at Sah's luck, and it was only because of the company they were in. If they had been at home, the hunter would have razzed his friend to no end.
Darkeye's question caught Noah as he went back to his work, a few nails stick between his lips in the corner. He answered between strikes, though his words were slightly muffled and mumbled because of the nails. "Mostly this -- construction."
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Noah continues to build!
the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.
would be not to start this exodus.
