Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
"Am I just crazy?" Noe asked, allowing herself to be pulled along with Sol as she knelt to inspect what appeared to be a den. Maybe. To be honest, Noe wasn't paying much attention, so focused was she on the dilemma presented by a certain Heart of Stormbreak. Gods, if the other girls wasn't just so perfectly perfect... "But, like, why is she even the Heart? What does she have that her council doesn't?" Surely she was just a pretty face. She wasn't even from Stormbreak!
But her teenage rage dissipated immediately as Sol shouted a curse. Noe's dark eyes snapped to her best friend. "Sol! What's wrong?" she asked, dropping to her knees beside the girl and the hole, her hands reaching out to grip at Sol's shoulders as she leaned in - only to notice something in the den move. With a yelp, Noe sat back, though she maintained her grip on her bestie, staring with wide eyes between the wolf pup and Soleil. "Ummmm," she said stupidly. "That's a wolf." As if Sol couldn't see that with her own two eyes.
But her teenage rage dissipated immediately as Sol shouted a curse. Noe's dark eyes snapped to her best friend. "Sol! What's wrong?" she asked, dropping to her knees beside the girl and the hole, her hands reaching out to grip at Sol's shoulders as she leaned in - only to notice something in the den move. With a yelp, Noe sat back, though she maintained her grip on her bestie, staring with wide eyes between the wolf pup and Soleil. "Ummmm," she said stupidly. "That's a wolf." As if Sol couldn't see that with her own two eyes.
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
