I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
There were very few people, Noah assumed, who looked upon Hotaru as a woman of physical strength. Despite her petit stature and her small hands, each move of her fingers brought him more and more at her mercy. He melted beneath her touch as she worked out the tension from each muscle she touched, his skin warm and red beneath her hands now even with the presence of oil which kept most of the friction at bay. After meeting her mismatched eyes, Noah closed his once more. "No, actually, I haven't yet. I worked with Morgan, and an outlander I met only twice. Other than that I have mostly been working on my own." He would, in the future, make sure to meet Deimos for some training. He was confident that the general had a vast depth of knowledge that made his seem like it would only fill a thimble.
The hunter's glacier eyes opened again at Hotaru's recollection of what happened to her in the wilds. "That's...interesting." His forehead wrinkled as his eyebrows knit together. "Deimos told me there used to be great elemental storms keeping people out of the place we visited," He wanted to turn to look at her, but didn't try to writhe out of her working hands, "maybe the same energy that kept the storms going is the energy that transported you."
NOAH
