Elide
When Elide saw the notice posted by Noah, she grew eager to help, to see her long-time friend again after LongNight rather than withdraw like she has for some time already. He'd asked for tools, and Elide could manage that at least. Of the options, she is perhaps more of an organizer, but she isn't afraid to put in some hard work either. She brings her own pickaxe, which would probably be a staple of Halovian tools, and other miscellaneous items that might prove useful. As well, she's brought ink and paper, in case any plans need theorizing.
She's able to find him outside, examining the house as a whole. A heavy, black hood rests over her head, casting a shadow over her face to block out the intrusion of the sunlight. She steps quietly, but snow still crunches softly beneath her boots. Beside Noah, she pauses, looking up at the house rather than directly at him, but she wears a small smile.
"This is a great idea, Noah," she tells him. Even if she, herself, has no need for food, she knows that others do. Something like this will be of great benefit to the locals. "Where would you like for us to start?"
She's able to find him outside, examining the house as a whole. A heavy, black hood rests over her head, casting a shadow over her face to block out the intrusion of the sunlight. She steps quietly, but snow still crunches softly beneath her boots. Beside Noah, she pauses, looking up at the house rather than directly at him, but she wears a small smile.
"This is a great idea, Noah," she tells him. Even if she, herself, has no need for food, she knows that others do. Something like this will be of great benefit to the locals. "Where would you like for us to start?"
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
