We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah grabbed another arrow from the quiver as his first one found its target, but the Sentinel of the North did not release the second. He watched instead as the flames engulfed the Neron target, remembering how he had wished that he would have been able to do such a thing to the Hailstorm in his life. The Sparkbird got the last word, though. Noah was okay with that.
As the Sword approached, Noah turned his shoulders towards him and offered a bright smile. ”Good.” Noah said, holding his bow and nocked arrow low at his hip. ”Followed you out to see what kind of fun—I mean training— you might be cooking up. Office was getting a little stuffy.” Which, he knew, Deimos would agree with. Still without the birth of his children, Noah and Cordelia were settled into a rhythm now. With the twins in her womb they assumed now, since they hadn’t come, that their guess on her due date were just too early.
NOAH
