Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
"Trees don't grow here." Noah said simply in response to Sah's inquiry. Inside his pockets his hands clenched into loose fists, nails pressing into his palm lightly. He wasn't really sure what they were going to find, but he was interested. As they walked towards the center of the Citadel Noah spoke again, "I think this is something that the old gods must have placed...a touch of Frey." He mused about it, his brows furrowed some as he thought about it more. "The Eirachi surely did not place a tree, despite this being her season. She is made of ice and she is winter." He felt his thoughts race a little about it, and silenced himself. He needed to process it all internally before he sounded like an idiot in front of this child and the outlander.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
