Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Simple. Humble. Poor. They were all variations of the same word, some could say. Noah did not mind this life he had, he did not resent that his home was small and old. He had no desire to live in the palace, no aspirations for leadership. He was raised to be good, to take care of others, and to do his best. This is what he would do, and he would make his parents proud from wherever they were.
"Yes," Noah stepped forward to open the gate of the small fence that helped keep somewhat of a boundary between his front door and the people that traversed the road. He gestured for the three to enter. Closing it behind them, he moved swiftly to then open the front door of the house. Again, he gestured for them to enter.
Inside, the home was warm. On the back wall was a rather large hearth, with a fire that was not allowed to ever die. Hanging high, just enough not to go cold, but not too close to burn or boil, was a large cast iron cooking pot. The smell of the stew overtook the home. Fur and woven rugs lined the floor and some walls, anything to keep the warmth. A few chairs were placed mindlessly around the room, though two sat half-facing each other in front of the fire. One for Noah, one for Ezekiel. On the east wall, a station for working. Knives and tools covered the surface. In the corner, a door to a small bedroom. Noah's. The west wall hosted two doors, a bedroom for Ezekiel and a dry storage room. From the dry storage room, a door that led outside to the small "yard" the Olson's were blessed to have. Their father had used the space well, and they had a small dirt cellar. Noah smiled, and gestured for Delphine to take up one of the chairs. He took off his large, heavy cloak and hung it next to the door. He easily covered the distance from one end of the house to the other to gather bowls and spoons for the girls. He dished out three servings of stew and handed it to each girl. "It might be a little hot. Be careful." |
