He moved like a hunter, even as he wound his way through the marketplace and shops and stands. His eyes were narrow with focus, his steps soundless even with the snow crunching beneath the soles of those around him. He stopped finally at a shop that sold a menagerie of tools and items usually needed to make repairs and remodels in a home. Noahs eyes scanned the various shelves until he finally found what he was looking for: paint.
Shifting the bag slung over his shoulder, Noah grabbed a small canister of green and an even smaller canister of black. Then he headed to the counter. Smiling, the focus seemed to ease from him. He talked back and forth with the shopkeeper for a few minutes before trading some ursur meat and luxere sheds for the paint.
Shifting the bag slung over his shoulder, Noah grabbed a small canister of green and an even smaller canister of black. Then he headed to the counter. Smiling, the focus seemed to ease from him. He talked back and forth with the shopkeeper for a few minutes before trading some ursur meat and luxere sheds for the paint.
Noah
I still believe we can live forever
You and I we begin forever now
You and I we begin forever now
