Noah let his legs hang down the rock, the waves crashing up and grabbing upwards at him with salt,y foamy fingers. He continued to survey the area around him, watching the waves keep crashing towards him. This place was so different than Halo. After being here for a few days, he understood why Ezekiel wanted to continue to explore...but it did not really change Noah's mind. Halo would always be his home, and right now, it seemed like it was the only place where he was needed. He let his mind wander and plan, how long he would stay here and when he would return and all he would do...
Something flickered the sunlight above his head, catching his wandering attention. He looked up, watching the dark figure that looked so unlike a bird. He squinted, watched. A flash of a wing, a dip, carefully flying past the sun and Noah's heart leaped. That was a dragon! Noah moved quickly, forgetting for a moment where he was. He slipped on the surface of the rock and fell into the warm, salty water. He pushed his feet down, out around him, his arms flailing briefly. He surfaced, pulling himself into shallower water. He coughed and sputtered, wiping saltwater from his face.
Gods, please don't let it see this. He thought as he rushed toward the shore. Before him, a smaller woman inhabited the beach. Panic flooded the back of his mind again, heart racing beneath his chest. "Hey!" He yelled, trying to get her attention as he finally reached the shoreline.
Phoebe
