Noah
Oh, how fate worked.
Noah could have laughed his ass off in front of all of these people. It was only the presence of the seasonal deity that kept him from doing so, but the effort was easily displayed on his face as his cheeks and ears both burned red hot.
He made his way over to Deimos after a while and did not hesitate to reach out and pluck a petal from the flower crown. "I'll send a raven to the painter." He nearly barked, the strain of keeping his laughter in coming to be too much. He let it loose in a controlled chuckle, and looked to Evie to see if she would have more to add.
