Noah
When the windows were done and the table was done and the door was done, and all that was left was to clean, Noah let out a great sigh. He was relieved to have one step finished for his quest. Through all the hard work, Noah had learned a lot. Mostly about himself. He was learning how to let go of himself and give in totally to the will of his deity.
Noah spent his time cleaning and mopping up where the water had come in while the other men cleaned their sections.
Glacier eyes shifted to Fox. "Good idea"! Noah called out to Fox across the room as he worked on mopping up all the water that had come in. He turned then to Deimos and his table. "Danta mentioned something about commissioning Sohalia to draw updated maps since the landscape has changed so much since the war, so I think that would definitely be something that would be useful." He offered his friend a nod.
"Thank you both for your help."
fin
Noah spent his time cleaning and mopping up where the water had come in while the other men cleaned their sections.
Glacier eyes shifted to Fox. "Good idea"! Noah called out to Fox across the room as he worked on mopping up all the water that had come in. He turned then to Deimos and his table. "Danta mentioned something about commissioning Sohalia to draw updated maps since the landscape has changed so much since the war, so I think that would definitely be something that would be useful." He offered his friend a nod.
"Thank you both for your help."
fin
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
