set it to your woes
"Hmmmm...." He started, eyebrows knitting together. There were things Noah wanted in life, sure, but his dreams? He had never been the dreaming type. Life in Halo was hard for dreamers--this tundra called for day-to-day survival. Dreamers often ended up going mad...or dying. Weaver had been a dreamer. Ezekiel was a dreamer, and he left to explore the rest of the world. He bit his lip, tongue rolling over it gently as he thought. "I think I would like to get married, and start a family." He looked towards the library doors, although he was keenly aware of Delphine's eyes on him. He wasn't sure how she would react to having more children, if they were one day to be married. But marriage was something he greatly desired -- he had seen no other relationship rival that of a wife and husband, and his own parents had demonstrated all the good it brought.
"I would also really like to teach young people about proper hunting. About conservation. About survival. Not like a school, just like, a small organization of people." He would love to do that--teach. He had no magic, and a great deal of attuned people did not seek out help with their shifts, so he had only his best skill to offer: hunting. "What about you?"
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
