Whenever Noah was in Torchline, he visited the shrine at the lighthouse. He hugged an offering of a bright bouquet of flowers tight to his chest to keep it safe as he teleported himself to the sands surrounding Aumakua. He didn't look too closely around him before he moved with purpose towards the shrine, for he was confident that no one else would be coming at this time of night.
But, Noah was often wrong.
He stopped short of the other and started to open his mouth, an apology formed on his tongue, but no words fell out as he watched his acquaintance pull out the map and inspect it. Realizing he was standing there in the sparkling moonlight with his mouth hanging open, Noah cleared his throat and stepped to the shrine, setting his flowers down before it. "I don't mean to intrude. Thought I'd be alone this time of night."
But, Noah was often wrong.
He stopped short of the other and started to open his mouth, an apology formed on his tongue, but no words fell out as he watched his acquaintance pull out the map and inspect it. Realizing he was standing there in the sparkling moonlight with his mouth hanging open, Noah cleared his throat and stepped to the shrine, setting his flowers down before it. "I don't mean to intrude. Thought I'd be alone this time of night."
