”You can’t find anything like this in Halo.” Noah said, gesturing to the beautiful creations through the shop. ”I’m having something made for my baby’s nursery.” He gave a vulnerable answer, though it was only half truth. He as going to have something made for his coming children, but what the glassblower was working on now was for the demigod that stood before him. A deep frost tradition and, in the wake of the changing world, on the small list of people Noah disliked.
”He’s expensive, but he’s good.” Noah said. ”Rumor has it that the fire in his forge is from Apopo itself.” For as long as Noah needed to be here, waiting for his gift to finish, he would keep the one it was intended for here. ”How’s he refuge?” He asked, mirroring Sunjata’s actions and grabbing a small piece off the shelf - a beautiful unicorn.
noah olson
the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
