Noah stopped at Deimos question, too wrapped up in his own mind to think and walk at the same time. He looked out over the fields, at the flowers dancing joyfully in the breeze and sunlight. "Like you, I don't have any fight with the Ascended. I've had favorable experience with all of those I've met, except Neron." Elide, Wessex, and now Kiada -- they were all fine for the hunter. Even his experience with Neron was not negative because of his ascension, rather his tricks with the Eirachi that the rest of the people of Halo paid for. "I don't know much about what the Voice has done, before this newest sickness that she offered healing for." He shifted some, glancing briefly towards Deimos before letting his eyes fall back out to the flowers. "But my blessings from the Old Gods cannot be ignored, and I have been trying to get to know them, and the heralds, better." Halo had made that difficult, before. It was near a godless land, frozen and forsaken. "So...I guess I stand with the Old Gods."
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
