The hunter carried it carefully, tenderly, cautiously. He did not want it to break. He moved in a way that expressed protection for his creation as he walked from his office to the celebration. So many had already gathered when he approached. He let his eyes wander around, brief but friendly nods and smiles to those he knew. He looked around, too, for her. He was not sure if he wanted to see her yet. He had been avoiding her for weeks now, hidden away in his work.
While the hunter hadn't wanted to see Delphine in normal life as of late, after their fight and her move, he especially did not want to see her now. To Noah, this was a vulnerable time for him. It was a moment of mourning and letting that be brought to light. He wasn't willing to share that with the woman who hurt him. The one who couldn't love him after he poured himself into her. Instead, he focused on presenting his lantern, molded together with un-artistic hands, for the lost friend who he loved dearly. Weaver.
And detached as boats to the dock?
