[PQ] We're miles from way back when

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

It seemed to move quickly once Noah arrived. No one stood around and talked. Morgan wouldn't have time for that -- she wasn't that kind of woman, wasn't that kind of Warden. It was something Noah appreciated about her. She was always ready to get down to business, to work hard to finish the task. He knew, though, that this part of her left a wall between her and other people. After all, he had been the one who told her about the lives of her guards. While Noah appreciated her willingness to work, he also knew there needed to be a balance. Noah was working on the balance. He, too, was good at the task.

The Warden set to work, as well as Hester and Chulane, and Noah took a deep breath before heading over towards the group of workers also setting themselves to their task. "How can I help?" He asked, looking around. One man looked at him and grunted. Noah recognized him as the stonemason that he had helped in Morgan's last construction project. Another, younger, man gestured towards the rocks jutting up from where Morgan melted the ice. "Flatten these all out so we can lay the foundation right." He instructed. Noah listened well, and set to the task. He observed the others around him and mimicked them as best as he could, laying the stones flat and adjusting them as he went along.

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Noah is helping to even out and put stones down in the earth.

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson